Gee, I wonder why your roommate hates you

So after a relatively quiet and relaxed day today, I was looking forward to some time alone. Fatass was actually offering to *leave* the room, which was fucking amazing. He decided to go visit Bitchface in her room. Good times. I was really pleased to hear this. But, since I'm blogging, you know it was too good to be true, right? Right.

They come back to my room an hour later because Bitchface is having issues with her roommate. Apparently, her roommate can't stand her, and rather than going to the RA or going someplace that's not my room, they come... wait for it... TO MY FUCKING ROOM.

So right now, there's a miserable annoying little bitch in my room playing video games... and Bitchface is here too. So mcuh for a nice quiet night. Now I have to listen to them button mash and fail at video games all night. Seriously, you've got no other ideas? If your roommate is being tough, do what I do - bitch about it! Don't storm out and come over to places you're not welcome (yeah, this has been every day since we've gotten back), and just deal with it. I deal with it through blogging and blowing snotrockets onto Fatass's bed. Bitchface, do the world a favor and find a coping mechanism or just die already. Please?

So not only that, but as I'm trying to blog this, Fatass is doing the annoying thing of trying to look over my shoulder at either the TV or the computer screen. Next time he looks over, I'm going to a weird fetish porn site. Think Clerks 2. Nah, he's a hillbilly fuck, so he might be into that. I'll have to think of something else... Hmm...

But the weirdest thing is that we have two TVs, mainly because of the fact that him or Bitchface are ALWAYS playing video games. So I finally took my 8" TV from home and a cable splitter. Problem solved. Only problem is that now he looks on at my screen. Did I mention that the 8" TV I own has a headphones jack that is always plugged in so I don't need to listen to his shit? Yeah, so he's just looking at the purty pictures that confuse him so very very much.

And then the fucking retarded part! He tries to talk to me while my headphones are plugged in. He thinks that even when it's clear that I'm typing or watching TV that I am listening or even care about what he's saying. Seriously, if I'm typing away, chances are I don't care at all about you. I probably discussed this yesterday, but I can't remember. If I already did, tough shit.

But, in a stroke of good news, I haven't had to see his asscrack all day. Thank God for little miracles.