I swear I couldn’t make this up if I tried. I had the house to myself most of yesterday. From about 2pm on. It was fantastic. When Boyfriend got home from work we decided to finish putting the rest of the stuff in the basement for storage. It’s been relatively hot here the past few days, and while carrying boxes downstairs Boyfriend yells up at me asking if he should bring up the fan so it can cool down in here. We agree it’s a good idea and he looks around and tells me the fan must be in the living room because it’s not downstairs.
We finish bringing stuff down and go look in the living room. No fan. Boyfriend was very confused. So I think for a minute and remember that there was most definitely a fan running in Shitty Roommate and Moron Girlfriend’s room last night/earlier that morning. I bet Boyfriend 10 bucks it was his. So we open the door to their room, and sure enough, his fan. Boyfriend is pissed. We take it out along with another thing of his that they deemed necessary to take ownership of and bring them in our room.
I don’t understand what makes someone think they have a right to just use someone else’s stuff in any way they see fit without even asking first. And he does it with my things too. There’s the rat in the couch deal, he has decided my nice wooden bowls are his personal fruit bowls [They’re now in storage], when I took out my spice rack, he told me which ones I should throw away because he never cooks with them…
I’m sorry, but if I pay for all the food, why do I care in the slightest bit what you cook with? I should probably pack that back up today for the time being now that I think about it.
And when I woke up and used the bathroom this morning there was vomit in the toilet. Living with a bulimic rules!!!!
I suppose now I will just wait for the inevitable bitch fest of “WHY WERE YOU GUYS IN MY ROOM TAKING YOUR THINGS BACK WHEN YOU WANTED TO USE THEM??? WAHHHHHHH” when Shitty Roommate gets up.
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