Roommate asked what I did today. Read my email and slept. He said this house is filthy with garbage everywhere (well, garbage is his since I toss mine away) maggots in old cat food in the waste basket, and cleaning this house might get me out of my depression. He used up my cleaning sprays. He will buy some more. My next days off we will be cleaning. He threw my waste basket away cause it was getting gross at the bottom. I put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher when he went to work.
He was in foul mood anyway cause his squeeze never came last night. She said she hadn't eaten so he cooked spaghetti with alfredo sauce with fried chicken tenders. And she never came. Apparently she is as flaky as my sister who says she is coming over today and shows up four days later.
Went into his room for a mechanical pencil in my desk drawers. He said the pens don't work. My mechanical pencils were gone and the replacement lead containers were still there. I used a wood pencil from my pencil cup. Erasers are hard so can't use them.
Asked if he was busy downstairs cause I needed to do laundry. He said he had a ton of laundry to do. He put in a washer full of clothes and left for his fast food job. I did my laundry after putting his in the dryer and got mine done before going to work.
Roommate had another trauma. He set down his bong outside on a windy day and it fell over. His weeed blew away in the wind. He was devastated.
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