OMG, as the title says, the roommate from hell has stuck again!

So she's been bitching for the last few days that she had to go to this big ass concert and cover it for the University Newspaper, a concert that both me and Miss PC REALLY desired to go to, so there was reason number 1 that I wanted to bitch slap her.

Yesterday we were out and about, she lured me out of the room with talk of underground tunnels leading from buildings to other buildings, and she said that today we would re-arrange the room, like we've been planning on doing for a week or so. Today she reneged. She decided she didn't want to do it, so I asked if she'd be okay with me doing it by myself. She said yes.

I DID IT.

ALONE.

THREE HOURS.

She comes back, takes one look at it and proceeds to pout and whine because she, "Doesn't like it! It's not the way I wanted!" Boo freaking hoo.

So I glared at her and said, "Then fucking change it. But my shit's staying where it is."

She grabbed her shower stuff and stormed off, slamming the door behind her like we're in middle school, not college. Wow. How childish, right? That's reason number 2 for her daily dose of my bitch slap vibes.

She needs to die of the syphilitic madness!

OH, baby! I am so feeling the death of syhpilitic madness!

At least I have you, Mon Corbeau. You are the that lights up my life!