Why Can't She Die
I wish very much for my roommate to have a very troubling death. I want somebody to poison her so that she gets the worst diarhea known in history (although it will last 2 days) and then her insides will shrivel from dehydration upon her death.
Last night I was extremely tired - I told her that as well as I was going to bed after physics. I fell into a nice slumber at 5 and was awake at 7 to hear her throw a party in our living room. I heard her and her friends drinking and playing cards. I could her every whiney syllable drip out of her fucking mouth. I decided after an hour of trying, that I couldn't fall asleep to them and so I got dressed and left with my backpack. I will thank my parents soon for helping me with a car so that I could leave my horrible apartment. I need her to die so that I can be happy while I sleep.
I went to the university's gym and ran for an hour - I was thinking of kicking in her ugly face the whole time, so only after 45 minutes of intense running did I realize my smoker's lungs were having a hard time with my brain's physical expectations. Afterward, I enjoyed some tacos from taco bell, only to realize I don't have any money until I get paid on the 15th. I blame her for her encouragment to stay away from the apartment by use of my car; therefore, diminishing my gas money.
I have nicknamed her tardo. Because she is retarded. I will not call her this to her face, because she is sensitive and will leave the apartment, sticking me with another 400 for rent. I will be the one that is sticking someone with half rent. I really want to put sugar in tardo's gas tank, but I'm afraid of getting caught. That is a felony and I don't have one of those under my belt, nor do I want one.
This morning I had to wake up to her talking on her cellphone in that girlish valley accent with whine. I stayed in my room so that I wouldn't have to talk to her. I missed chemistry because I stayed in my room - I blame tardo for my bad grade in chemistry.
I have to stay in the library tonight, pretending to study chemistry so that I don't have to see her at the apartment (hell with white walls).
Last night I was extremely tired - I told her that as well as I was going to bed after physics. I fell into a nice slumber at 5 and was awake at 7 to hear her throw a party in our living room. I heard her and her friends drinking and playing cards. I could her every whiney syllable drip out of her fucking mouth. I decided after an hour of trying, that I couldn't fall asleep to them and so I got dressed and left with my backpack. I will thank my parents soon for helping me with a car so that I could leave my horrible apartment. I need her to die so that I can be happy while I sleep.
I went to the university's gym and ran for an hour - I was thinking of kicking in her ugly face the whole time, so only after 45 minutes of intense running did I realize my smoker's lungs were having a hard time with my brain's physical expectations. Afterward, I enjoyed some tacos from taco bell, only to realize I don't have any money until I get paid on the 15th. I blame her for her encouragment to stay away from the apartment by use of my car; therefore, diminishing my gas money.
I have nicknamed her tardo. Because she is retarded. I will not call her this to her face, because she is sensitive and will leave the apartment, sticking me with another 400 for rent. I will be the one that is sticking someone with half rent. I really want to put sugar in tardo's gas tank, but I'm afraid of getting caught. That is a felony and I don't have one of those under my belt, nor do I want one.
This morning I had to wake up to her talking on her cellphone in that girlish valley accent with whine. I stayed in my room so that I wouldn't have to talk to her. I missed chemistry because I stayed in my room - I blame tardo for my bad grade in chemistry.
I have to stay in the library tonight, pretending to study chemistry so that I don't have to see her at the apartment (hell with white walls).
posted by Maroo at 2:29 PM
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