Ugh. Where do I begin?
Have nothing in common with them, except maybe the landlady. She's too timid to be any sort of mediator, though.
Apparently, I'm snarky with a bad attitude. Actually, I just avoid people I don't have much in common with, don't like TV, and stay in my room working unless I'm out.
Seems everyone would rather NOT approach me with any problems I have, and would rather wait for the more aggressive one to get drunk and start an argument. I'm apparently snarky and snappy because I say something when I have a problem. You too loud? Yes, I will say something. I will say, "Excuse me, you're being a little loud. Could you keep the volume a little lower, please?"
THAT"S ALL IT FUCKING TAKES!!!
Yeah, I'm not a morning person. So I deliberately don't talk in the morning, so I don't snap at anyone like I so very want to.
Sorry, am I a snobby bitch because I'm not interested in your friend who was here, totally drunk and stinking of alcohol? Oh, but he's not drunk ALL the time, he's sober when he's in jail.
Yeah, what a catch. I'll jump on that.
I decide I don't want to take your opinion on what to wear to a club? Sorry, but I think you dress like trash. I don't say anything, since that'd just be rude. In fact, I deliberately said you did NOT want my opinion when you asked my opinion on your trashy lace leggings and hootie shorts.
It's mostly that one. The guy I really have no problems with, except he gets a little loud on his phone or at the TV in his room which is right next to mine, and it's annoying. The other one, not the landlady, I think it a lazy, freeloading, control freak drunk. She just admitted she QUIT her job several months ago, not getting laid off. She's made no effort to look for work and is living on unemployment. She drinks all the time and gets belligerent. Tonight, at freaking MIDNIGHT, she gets in and BANGS on everyone's door yelling. Yeah, I get angry. It's late. Some of us have to get up for work. I open the door and tear into her. This starts an argument about the above issues. I calm down because I'm not a classless drunk and get it through her Vodka-soaked skull that if someone has a problem, they need to say something, since I'm not a freaking mind reader. Takes about 6 times, but it gets through.
Freaking drunk bitch.
Have nothing in common with them, except maybe the landlady. She's too timid to be any sort of mediator, though.
Apparently, I'm snarky with a bad attitude. Actually, I just avoid people I don't have much in common with, don't like TV, and stay in my room working unless I'm out.
Seems everyone would rather NOT approach me with any problems I have, and would rather wait for the more aggressive one to get drunk and start an argument. I'm apparently snarky and snappy because I say something when I have a problem. You too loud? Yes, I will say something. I will say, "Excuse me, you're being a little loud. Could you keep the volume a little lower, please?"
THAT"S ALL IT FUCKING TAKES!!!
Yeah, I'm not a morning person. So I deliberately don't talk in the morning, so I don't snap at anyone like I so very want to.
Sorry, am I a snobby bitch because I'm not interested in your friend who was here, totally drunk and stinking of alcohol? Oh, but he's not drunk ALL the time, he's sober when he's in jail.
Yeah, what a catch. I'll jump on that.
I decide I don't want to take your opinion on what to wear to a club? Sorry, but I think you dress like trash. I don't say anything, since that'd just be rude. In fact, I deliberately said you did NOT want my opinion when you asked my opinion on your trashy lace leggings and hootie shorts.
It's mostly that one. The guy I really have no problems with, except he gets a little loud on his phone or at the TV in his room which is right next to mine, and it's annoying. The other one, not the landlady, I think it a lazy, freeloading, control freak drunk. She just admitted she QUIT her job several months ago, not getting laid off. She's made no effort to look for work and is living on unemployment. She drinks all the time and gets belligerent. Tonight, at freaking MIDNIGHT, she gets in and BANGS on everyone's door yelling. Yeah, I get angry. It's late. Some of us have to get up for work. I open the door and tear into her. This starts an argument about the above issues. I calm down because I'm not a classless drunk and get it through her Vodka-soaked skull that if someone has a problem, they need to say something, since I'm not a freaking mind reader. Takes about 6 times, but it gets through.
Freaking drunk bitch.
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