So that was cool... in 1996.

So now Fatass is sick. He comes in yesterday and is in a pissy mood and goes, "Hey... I might get you sick. Just wanted to give you the heads up." Yeah, no. I'm not getting sick just because of Fatass's weak immune system. Maybe if he wore a fucking shirt every once in a while, he wouldn't get sick. Seriously, if he'd just put his bitchtits away and stopped licking the shower floor, started using soap and shower shoes, he might actually stop "coughing up green phlegm", as he so kindly told me last night. I'm not touching my garbage can until he goes and dumps it. He's hocking loogies into it like he's getting paid for it. I may just throw up.

So instead of him going to classes at 8am, Fatass decided to camp in the room, fully awake, while I had to go shower and stuff. I enjoy Tuesdays and Thursdays becuase I can change into my towel in my room rather than doing it in the disgusting bathroom. But nope, today he decides he's got a little cold, so that means he's gotta let everything drop. He's not that sick. He's fully awake and watching TV at obnoxiously loud levels. I find that if I'm severely sick, I decide to sleep and, you know, TURN THE FUCKING VOLUME DOWN.

But nope, even when "sick", he's gotta be the biggest douchebag in the whole wide world. What a fuck. So while I was attempting to do my four page case study for CLASS, Fatass is laying in his bed with his god damn fucking shirt off, watching the movie Space Jam. You know, the one with Michael Jordan and all the Looney Tunes gang. So it wasn't even good TV that he was blaring.

Now, that movie was awesome back in 1996 when it first came out. It was revolutionary, featured awesome cameos (Newman...), and was an exciting movie for someone who was 12 years old. However, when we're in fucking college and I'm trying to DO A FUCKING CASE STUDY FOR A CLASS, that's just made of fuckwad.

So here's what I'm thinking. While he's trying to sleep at 9pm, I'm just gonna crank my TV on something obnoxious at a loud level. However, I'll plug my headphones into my computer so I don't have to listen to the Jonas Brothers on Disney Channel. I'll be listening to my iTunes while I can torment him with whatever the fuck they're doing. Hell, maybe Justin Beiber can make a cameo. The only time I'll catch Beiber fever is if it annoys the hell out of my roommate.

Besides, he slept from 9pm to 9am anyway. That's a good 12 hours of sleep right there. Bullshit, fuck you, you're not that sick.