Yay, for roomate troubles.
Well, ever since we kicked that one chick out of the room, those pranses have been directing their displeasure at me, I guess. Two have a two room suite, and one of them moved into the other room, so now they're buddy buddy together, while I get a room to myself (Haha, bitches).
And I thought we were on good terms, but like last week they started acting all strange when ever I come into the room. And now they just start blantly talking about me and acting like they're not.
And last night, they ordered fucking pizza with my cupons, didn't offer me any, not even a single peice.
If you're going to pretend to like someone, don't be a fucking bitch about it.
All they do is talk about boys, facebook, and bands.
They hang out with people do do drugs, they're always up in our room, as high as a fucking kite.
I don't know what the fuck I did wrong, I just figure they need someone to be petty towards. What the fuck ever. I have a few more stories I could tell, but now its your turns, yes.