When I got into this apt situation, I was escorting and making SERIOUS bang for my buck. I agreed to pay 1000 dollars a month while my roommate, a platonic male friend for many years, payed around 700. I also extended my hand cleaning EVERYTHING, and basically let him walk all over me.I would clean up his goddamned microwave meal trash which was always left everywhere. I let him take over half our shared living room space with an "office" that turned out to be a table and a pile of shit--- serious square footage ruined and unused. I stopped escorting and struggled to pay 1000 while his fucking FAMILY paid for his rent. Did I mention that he makes 250 dollars a day doing what he does (Granted, he can only work 1-2 days a week. But his family pays rent and food!) I did make sure we switched rooms in decemeber, because I wanted his. I'm happy to have my first home, but not at this price. He is so messy. At the beginning of the lease I told him to keep the mes sin HIS ROOM and keep our shared space clear (our shared space that I provided all the fruniture for). And keep the kitchen clean, too! I'm a budding chef and it is my haven!
I have spent the past two weeks, sans one night, with my boyfriend. My room mate decided to throw a party two weeks ago, and they THRASHED the house. The next day he decided to unload his bedroom into the living room to "sort through it". IT'S STILL FUCKING THERE. I walk into the house and cry. Clutter freaks me out, and this isn't just clutter. It's a three foot deep pile of shit. I can't even get to my plants to water them. I just got home because I DESERVE to have a home that I pay this much for.
It's the same as I left it nearly 6 ays ago. The exact same used red cups in the ecaxt same places, everything piled on top of my fruniture, all this shit everywhere. I haven't yelled at him yet. I did knock on the door and told him that I wa amazed that it wasn't clean "Oh I've been pulling 18 hour days working on this show.... " MY ASS. It would take you one fucking hour tops to get your lazy fat ass off your fucking bed and clean it up. You just don't give a shit. You're 20, you're a year older than me, and you can't even fucking handle yourself. Grow up, get a life, and stop judging me for being a stripper. At least I know the value of a "home". At least I can fucking live like a human, not an animal.
I hope my little AW pet comes in, I will fucking tear his ASS APART.
I'm livid. I am absolutely livid. I have been good friends with this boy for 6 years. I have no desire to talk to him again. There is no FUCKING reason why I should be stressed out living in my own fucking home.



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