Fucking Bitches PART I

Hello readers,
It has been a while since I have ranted. So get ready cuz here I go

On Friday night, I decided then instead of being late like I usually am, I would spend the night at my friends house (yes I have an adventist friend here) that way we could carpool quicker to Baby's place so that we could get to church on time.

So I left my wonderful room on Friday night and headed to my friends place. Little did I know what tragedy would befall me once I returned from church on Sabbath.

I decided (foolishly in hindsight) to show off my room to my friend from church and so I proudly let her in into the home from hell. First of all let me start off by saying this is not an exaggeration. I swear. God Strike me if i dey lie!

Omo, it wasn't even funny the sight we saw. My wonderful beautiful cashmere comforter that my baby gave me on the floor. A fucking $250 (well he bought it, not me so I am not the one wasting money) cashmere comforter on the damn floor. Not just any floor my dear readers. The fungi invested carpet that has stains and dirt and mud, and filth and paper. The same carpet that after I vacummed it two days before I came back to find different things "growing" on it. The same floor that I don't even attempt to walk on without slippers and some damn socks! The same motherfucking floor. My beautiful comforter has been invested for life. No amount of lysol, bleach or fabreeze will ever make it the same again. Haba! Ori si ri si disrespect!

And not just the damn comforter. my whole entire bed unit (except my pillows) were also on the fucking floor. WHAT THE FUCK. Yes someone had slept over and taken my mattress put it in the living room on the damn floor and then left it there so I could find it that afternoon. okay, I have reached a point in my life that I should be sharing sheets with only one person (my baby). Since I know he slept in his house that night, some other motherfucker was sweating on my danm sheets. I shouldn't have to share body space with other people. I don't care who it was! If didn't welcome you onto my sheets, then dammit don't sleep on my bed. And then to insult me by putting my shit on the floor!?! You must be fucking mad!

I AM PISSED by now and so is my friend who is joining me in the very wonderful yelling match at the walls (or so we thought). I am used to the room near her side being a mess. I am used to coming home and finding garbage overflowing, in the kitchen sink with fungus and rotting water (if water could rot) in the sink piled high with dishes. Oh! I can handle the phlem left in the bathroom sink, dirty shower curtains and shower, left over sanitary shit all over the place with unflushed excraments in the toilet and dried pee on the toilet and the floor. I can even cope with the eating of the food, using my damn pots and even drinking my motherfucking juice. But my dear readers, my fucking comforter and my blanket and mattress on that damn floor is more than I can bear. I am still pissed off. I left everything there and left the apartment in a rage. As I was walking away, my friend commented that they had heard someone in one of the rooms. I smiled to myself knowing what scenarios would play out next.

You guessed right babies, i got a call. Okay no not really, I got a fucking text message. Saying "I am sorry about your sheets, we will wash them, I am really sorry!"

Are you mad!?!

This has nothing to do with damn detergent. It is called invasion of space. beside the fact that I don't like my shit tampered with or my stuff put out of place, besides the fact that I have become an anal retentive bitch when it comes to hygeine, you invaded my space! So hell no! don't use your knock off detergent to wash my sheets! HELL MOTHERFUCKING NO! Leave my damn sheets and dry-clean only comforter alone you psycho bitches!strong>So I text back "don't touch my sheets! I can wash them myself! How did you know I was upset! Did someone tell you? if so, why didn't they come out when I was there? I will talk to you when I get back!"
I can answer why they didn't come out when I was there, because they were scared I would hurt them. Not that I would, I would probably verbally assault them, but physically hurt them, no, someone would have to put thier hands on me first then...KO NI DA FUN IYA MAJA!

So today, they decided to piss me off the more, I am still trying to calm down,trying to get some sleep and low and behold the music starts blaring and they are laughing and making a lot of noise. Okay that is how they ran the last bitch out of the suite, making noise. I am nigerian. You are NOT Running me out of my damn room. I paid my fucking bills. I paid my dorm fees. So I AM STAYING! I woult even leave for a day this week! I swear! They will hate me before my time is up. Do they know who they are fucking with. This is just the begining. I hope they can live through the next two weeks. Because they will be the hardest two weeks of thier lives! They need to back off now before I totally flip...Fuck that, I am about to be the bitch that I know I am!

P.S: I am still to angry to talk to my roomy because I blame her! She of all people should know I do NOT TOLERATE invasions of any kind. Plus I haven't seen her yet! When i do, I will update ya'll wish me luck! Two more weeks and counting!