So I wake up today before Fatass, which is crazy. He went to sleep at about 10pm, and when I woke up at 8:30, he was still passed out. I'm pretty sure he has a class at 9, but if he does, he's slept through it for the past few days. I don't fucking care what he does and it would actually be great to see him crash and burn, but it does bother me when he's in the room when I'm trying to change after my shower. Seriously, me with my clothes off isn't that much of an attractive sight. Ask K-Star. She may tell you different, but she's just being nice.
So not only am I miserable about that, but when I come back from my workshop today, he's talking to Bess on the phone, and it's their usual sickening "I loveums you," bullshit that makes me want to throw up. However, it always seems that once I get in the room, he always starts to do this verbal abusive shit that makes me want to knock his teeth down his throat. He talks about how "there are no ifs, ands, or buts about it," but obviously Bess is questioning it, so he grits his teeth and repeats it, just doing this douchebag macho thing that should not be tolerated. Of course, every time Bess tries to fight back or get a word in edgewise, he gets mad and says more shit that serves as a ticket to jail. Seriously, what a fuck.
I think the worst part of the day was the fact that Fatass is now haunting my dreams. I was dreaming where I was in my room and getting ready to shower, when he asked for the room for a few hours. I told him to wait until I shower and get dressed so that I could get to class and not stink, but he got pissed. So I called him a fat fuck and spat in his face. Then the dream flashed forward to me giving him a ride to a grocery store in some random assed town in the middle of nowhere. I'm not sure where. I think it was southern Vermont near the Massachusetts border. So he walks into the grocery store and then John Cena's theme music plays. As the tongue roll of the lyrics started, I gave Fatass two middle fingers and sped off, leaving him behind to die.
That was a pretty good dream, but then I woke up and realized that he was still asleep in the room, and I died a little inside.
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