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quidamling) wrote2009-12-02 07:27 pm
quidamling) wrote2009-12-02 07:27 pm
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Party Foul DX
{Rant} I think the icon should really be a what-the-fuckguin....
Ok, maybe this is TMI. But I'm really pissed.
I was away from home, back at the 'rents for over a week. My ferret is a little bit of a pig. I could have just given him an extra bowl of food and an extra water bottle in his cage and he would have been fine. Instead, I asked my friend to check in on him. Just once. She offered twice, I said sure, since it seemed to make her feel better that Vinnie (zee ferret) would have company. Ok, fine. I gave her the key. I left a note saying feel free to grab munchies or watch a dvd since my tv is better than hers.
I come back. I had been up at 5am, I had had a layover in Charlotte (which is a bitch of an airport). I had immediately run errands when back in town. I took a shower to wash the airport funk off and collapsed on the couch, then finally crawled into bed. I had to redo the sheets, but the fitted one tends to pop off despite one of those little suspenders on it because I have a deep mattress. But the comforter is all messed up.
Next to my alarm clock, on the floor, is a condom wrapper.
100% sure it ain't from any fun I'd had.
There is not enough brain bleach in the world.
Well, shit. DX So I was grossed out, felt a little like my bed (and I have scoliosis so I'm a bed snob, and my bed is my sanctuary) was dirty, and was wondering what the hell she was thinking. And I couldn't fall asleep because I was just fuming. And just... damn, that's rude when you do it in college and you share a frickin' room! Guh!
And today when I ask her why there was a wrapper on my floor, she promises me that they weren't in the sheets. As if that helps! This is after we spent all morning together and taught a lab, and I didn't say anything until after because I didn't want the awkwardness while in front of kids. Then she goes and cries.
I don't think I'm overreacting with being annoyed. Seriously? And she has her own place. I realize maybe it's a... perk... or something of house sitting to get it on in a new place. But god, she had to come in for 2 minutes, tops. Ferret alive, check. Water, check. Food, check. Bye.
Oh yeah, and the guy, is her sorta-Ex-cum-fuckbuddy that I based her portions of the Heather abuse fic on. Yeah. My rage face, let me show it to you.
I need to go hurt something.
Ok, maybe this is TMI. But I'm really pissed.
I was away from home, back at the 'rents for over a week. My ferret is a little bit of a pig. I could have just given him an extra bowl of food and an extra water bottle in his cage and he would have been fine. Instead, I asked my friend to check in on him. Just once. She offered twice, I said sure, since it seemed to make her feel better that Vinnie (zee ferret) would have company. Ok, fine. I gave her the key. I left a note saying feel free to grab munchies or watch a dvd since my tv is better than hers.
I come back. I had been up at 5am, I had had a layover in Charlotte (which is a bitch of an airport). I had immediately run errands when back in town. I took a shower to wash the airport funk off and collapsed on the couch, then finally crawled into bed. I had to redo the sheets, but the fitted one tends to pop off despite one of those little suspenders on it because I have a deep mattress. But the comforter is all messed up.
Next to my alarm clock, on the floor, is a condom wrapper.
100% sure it ain't from any fun I'd had.
There is not enough brain bleach in the world.
Well, shit. DX So I was grossed out, felt a little like my bed (and I have scoliosis so I'm a bed snob, and my bed is my sanctuary) was dirty, and was wondering what the hell she was thinking. And I couldn't fall asleep because I was just fuming. And just... damn, that's rude when you do it in college and you share a frickin' room! Guh!
And today when I ask her why there was a wrapper on my floor, she promises me that they weren't in the sheets. As if that helps! This is after we spent all morning together and taught a lab, and I didn't say anything until after because I didn't want the awkwardness while in front of kids. Then she goes and cries.
I don't think I'm overreacting with being annoyed. Seriously? And she has her own place. I realize maybe it's a... perk... or something of house sitting to get it on in a new place. But god, she had to come in for 2 minutes, tops. Ferret alive, check. Water, check. Food, check. Bye.
Oh yeah, and the guy, is her sorta-Ex-cum-fuckbuddy that I based her portions of the Heather abuse fic on. Yeah. My rage face, let me show it to you.
I need to go hurt something.
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MAH.
GAWD!
That is seriously the most fucked up thing I've ever heard. It's bad enough that they did it, but to not even bother trying to hide the evidence of it!? ARGH!
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