1747: the horror and humorous stories of roommates

There are two types of hogs in my point of view. The animal and then the animal who doesn’t like to share. My problem is the latter. The mammoth (Jen) is hogging the Xbox, and playing my game to boot. I figured eventually she would get exhausted from playing. No, she played straight through till midnight. I got home at 8:15pm from my second job and I would of thought that would be plenty of time to get some game playing out of her system. Fat Chance on my part. I think it’s funny how all the games they have are mine and how I never get to play any of them. I think the only game I’ve beat is Katamari, and I have fifty billion others I want to play, but nobody wants to let me.

You know what stinks, is when you manage to find what you think is a half drunk bottle of mountain dew and you get all excited in anticipation you rush into work at 6am thinking “mmm…caffeine..” that you shove it in the freezer waiting for it to become ice cold. I finally took a sip just now and was saddened to find it was water. WATER?! Yes, it’s water. Ice cold water. The anticipation of thinking it was an ice cold mountain dew makes me sad that it just wasn’t.