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Party Foul DX
Dec. 2nd, 2009 07:27 pm{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.
