Roommates
Raymond, I hate living with you. I hate that you refuse to get a job and keep filling the living room with the trash you collect and sell to make rent. I hate your crackwhore girlfriend who, even though you swear she hasn't moved in, has been here every freaking night for four months. I hate the way you eat my food and use my stuff. I hate that I have to lock my door to keep you from stealing my pot. I hate that you leave the empty cardboard roll in the bathroom instead of just grabbing a new one. I hate you, I hate this place, I hate your smell, and I hate that I can't afford to live anywhere else.Rating:5.00
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