Doris called me to let me know that I am getting a new roommate. When Shirley is going to tell me, I don't know. This new roommate will be sharing Shirley's bedroom. Fabulous. I can't wait to start sharing everything with a third person again. I feel sorry for this girl cause I already hate her.
Also, Shirley (or Douchebag) finished a bottle of vodka of mine in the freezer. Granted it was almost empty and I was probably never going to drink it, but don't drink stuff that isn't yours. When I left Shirley a note about it, she replied, "the red bottle?" Hey dipshit, how many bottles of vodka were there? Only one.
I curse the day you were born Shirley!
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So, I'm bringing vodka to Thanksgiving!!!Any preferences?
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