Wednesday, March 30, 2011

I don't mean to sound like a total biotch but the walls are really thin...

So, my roommate kinda sucks. And while I only have two months left of living with her, that still doesn't make her ridiculous passive-aggressive behavior any less suck-y.

Anyways, let me preface this story by saying I did like my roommate at one point. In fact, we were pretty good friends when we moved in together (I know, first mistake). We would have dinner and watch tv together and actually go out on the town at first. Then she started disappearing. It was like I lived alone, and I was totally ok with that. I mean, if we never saw each other, we could never piss each other off, right? WRONG. One night I was out for a friends birthday and got an email on my phone from my roomie. It was a long, annoying letter about how she felt uncomfortable in our apartment and didn't feel like it was "ours," she didn't feel like she knew my boyfriend very well, yadda yadda yadda. The details of the email are a moot point, basically she was never home and it was my fault. I tried to make time to talk to her about it, but per usual, she was MIA for about three weeks or would come home and retreat to room like a sneaky ninja before I even knew she was around. By the time we finally talked about it, I was over the whole thing and let it go. We only had a few more months. I could handle that.

And then I got the DUMBEST text message complaint from her ever.

My boyfriend was over (the one she barely knew because, well, she was never home) and we had just finished dinner and gotten ready for bed. My phone went off and thinking it was my sister or one of my friends needing something, so I checked my text messages. What I received confused me; "i don't mean to sound like a total biotch but the walls are really thin..." HUH?? Now me and the bf can get down, and I try to be respectful when the roomie is home, but there was no boning going on. We were just watching tv, most likely the Food Network (I looooove Triple D), so I had no flippin' clue what she was talking about. I let her know that all bedroom activity was g-rated and that I had no idea what she heard. Turns out, she heard my boyfriend...BURP. OH MY GAWD!!!!!! How rude of him! He is so nasty! How dare he let out a belch past 9 o'clock! Didn't he know my sneaky ninja roommate had come home??? Really.

Now, the boyfriend did burp. I'll give her that. And he burps loud...so, I'll give her that too. But he burped once. ONE time. And I got a text complaint. Thank goodness he didn't burp twice, she might have called the cops on me.