Room Mates

Recently I have kicked out a room mate. She was a friend that had begun living with me in august of last year. Now, since then till a few days ago, I rarely got alone time in my room. She was always around. After my boyfriend passed away in may, it suddenly got worse for me. I was agitated about how she always compared our lives because she always made her's seem like she lived in hell. The worst thing that has happened is that her father passed away when she was 11. Which I understand completely. It's painful. But she brings it up ALL THE TIME. That's all.

                AHH! lemme tell you. Roommates could possibly be the worst thing in the world. Especially if they're your friend. Once you live with a friend, it ends. You get so sick of that person being around you all the time that it makes your brain explode. Whether it be their messy habits or who they bring home. And I must say that if you somehow share a bed with them, and its your bed, it's gonna piss you off when you find said people doing "things" in your bed, under your blankets and on your pillows. No matter how many times I caught her and her boo thang trying to go at it on my bed, they never respected me enough to stop. What I should have done was get a squirt bottle and spray them each time I walked in. Hahahahaa!! How fun that would've been.

Now, when they lock you out of your room, that's when all hell breaks loose. I threw a fit. I was sick and tired of her throwing her out of MY room and using MY bed to try and get it on. So I started locking her out all night and spent some well deserved time with my late boyfriend. Then she got pissed. So I told her to suck it. Few months later her and her "thang" broke up.

I guess to some this bitching up, whatever you do, do NOT let your friends live with you. You may love them and have the bestest friendship ever. It doesn't matter. You will begin to hate each other, forever.

                                                                With love, Pipa