Today I am in a particularly SHIT mood. I have just realized that my choice of a living situation for this year has been less than poor.

I am so annoyed, in fact, that I can barely write completely sentences. Ergo, I will list what has been wrong with my living situation from day one, all the way up to the icing on the cake – ie. ten minutes ago.

1. The house chosen is on the opposite end of campus from all my major classes. It was chosen because Liz was going to have to be spending a lot of time on South campus, which it is closer to.

2. When picking rooms I got the smallest. Not only is it the smallest, but it has a door to Liz’s room. As well as the tiniest closet known to man. And to get to the bathroom, I must either walk through Liz’s room OR through the kitchen, through the living room and into the bathroom. Stellar.

3. There is no garbage disposal. I realize this is dumb, but it pisses me off.

4. Liz continues to think that we must make EVERYTHING in the house like new, or new. She is wrong. I already spent $100 on re-painting the disgusting paint in my room. I am not painting another room of this place. Nor am I shelling out the money for furniture or decorations.

5. Pets. At the beginning of the year, Liz decided to bring her dog from home because her mother didnt have the time to take care of it. This was fine, because we are also allowed to get cats. So we were very excited about getting our own baby kitty.

A month ago, Liz called to talk about Bones and I mentioned how excited I was go get a cat because I miss mine at home and ever since Zorra died I have been really wanting another cat. She then proceeds to talk (exaggeratedly, and at length) about her cats at home and how its really weird but this summer has been really hard on her allergies.

Then calls me back 10 minutes later and says – I dont think you should get a cat. My allergies are really awful and I dont think I would be able to breathe in the house if there was a cat there, even if you kept it in your room.

Oh ok. To which I am clearly NOT happy about. So I say, thats ok I’ll just get another dog. She is excited because now Bones will have a friend yada yada.

Fastforward to NOW. After looking at dogs for 3 days, I suddenly remember reading something about only one dog being allowed per house. I text Liz about this and she says

“Well I dont think there is a rule but I dont think ben [the landlord} would be too happy about multiple pets.”

Oh really. OH REALLY.

FUCK YOU.

She fucking knew all along that nobody else would be able to get pets. And I am very tempted to tell her she cant bring her dog because if we cant have pets then she cant either.

I am tempted to get a cat just so she is as miserable in the fucking house as I am.

peace, love, and miserable fucking roommates,

natalie marie.