They say math's the universal language, but this is all gibberish to me.

I live in a triple with two other girls. In the beginning, things were great with them, but as the year progressed, things began to go downhill. Not only was I playing third wheel in their best friend show, I was cleaning up all their shit, all the time. They would come home and completely tear the apartment apart, complete with "science experiments" in our... Read More » kitchen. An attempt at making vodka gummy bears with life savers, crusted into our pasta strainer? 15 bucks to replace the strainer with cemented-on rainbow goo. Glasses with three-day old soymilk left out? Of course. The final straw was when I got bitched at for "not caring enough" when one of them came home from the hospital with a sprained ankle. No one called me to tell me this happened, I woke up when she and 8 of her sorority sisters busted into the apartment at 4am. After playing nurse to her ungrateful ass for a week, I sprayed PAM onto the kitchen floor and moved out. Have a nice trip bitch, see you next

February 8, 2012