"I spit in this beer"

Lately one of my roomates has been eating the groceries my boyfriend, brother, and I share, generally I'm broke and starving if I don't force feed you when you're around me, but I have a hard enough time trying to keep the three of us fed. The other day I got a 2 liter of a&w 'cause it was about a quarter more expensive than a 20 oz and sometimes- I just need rootbeer. Well wouldn't you know, the fucker drank all of it in a day and a half, and I got maybe one drink. That- is just wrong.
I still want rootbeer.
BAD. T.T

I'm starting to feel like a paranoid and over-protective cave woman gaurding her clan(or whatever the proper term for cave person neo-familia is)'s provisions; you know, finding creative "out of sight, out of mind" places to hide our food so he doesn't get it- but doesn't feel like we're hiding it from him either. I'm also beginning to relate to the chipmunks... you know, with the face stuffing and the hoarding? Yeah- you know it's bad when you start shouting at people in your head... and sometimes putting orephesis in creative locations that are entirely new to human anatomy... -Also, he took the tv I've been borrowing from our other roommate so I can play my 360, and the lack of gamage is making me twitchy and slightly more inclined to violent action.

(!>.> -_-' <,< ? )

"Babble babble bitch bitch

Rebel rebel party party

Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"

Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely

Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:

Everybody sing along..."


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