VULTURES, BE AWARE.

i am hating my roommates.
they use my dishes, and never clean them, so i am left dish-less.
this weekend, kendall and i found a grocery store because we wanted to make a nice dinner for ourselves. we spent a good amount of money on all of the ingredients, and come home after getting soda to find half of our dinner eaten.
we had not gotten any of it yet.
now, everyone in this apartment has a meal plan, except for me. so when i am eating the food i am eating, it is all i have. they are like vultures. can have some, will you make me some, whats that? AFDSGDHGFJKGJFSDHJYUJHTGD%#$^*&(*)&(*^&%#@$.... mother fuckers.
its a sad day when you realize you can't eat your food in a common area because you know "others" will be on it like sweat. Kendall works hard for the money he makes and when he comes here and buys me groceries, they are for me.
Same with my momma, she gives me money so i have something to eat other than soup and peanut butter. she works hard for her money and so does my step dad.
VULTURES, BACK THE FUCK OFF.
also, one roommate came in my room and went through all my movies with out asking.
i later found my DVD's face down on the bookshelf. the bookshelf is that flaky wood shit, now, my DVD is scratched.
the next day, i come home to find MORE of my dinner to be missing, MY bag of chips gone, MY desk torn apart, MY candy eaten, and MORE of my dishes dirty in the sink after i had done the right thing and cleaned all of mine.
when i dirty it, i clean it.
not that hard.
i came home to no dishes for kendall and i to eat off of, needless to say, i was fucking pissed.
i avoid confrontation, but right now, i might blow.
thanksgiving break can not come FAST ENOUGH.
i am over the whole living with 4 lazy girls.
very over it.
i just want to live with him. we are so NOTTTT this, its sickening.
i could cry. bitches.