The roomie risks his life, next.

[a_bit_of_wit_2]

I knew my roomie was a pompous, stuck-up, set-in-his-ways prick. I knew he was inconsiderate. I should never, ever, have decided to switch rooms. Had Brandon informed me what the hell I was getting into, I would never have left. Not only is his sleep schedule getting on everyone's nerves, but today, he did something that crossed the line. For the second time in 3 days, I woke up furious. My roomie had the nerve, the audacity, the balls to wake me up (which is something you never do unless you're one of those few who can get away with it) and tell me, tell me now, not ask me, tell me to leave.

He woke me out of a sound sleep and told me to leave, so he could get a piece of ass. First thing I said to him:

B: Fuck you.
K: Fuck you?
B: Yes, fuck you. You don't wake me up and tell me to get out.
K: I only did that because you wouldn't observe social courtesies.
B: What social courtesies?
K: Well, I hinted to you when I asked if you were doing anything today, that you have something to do.
B: I was half-asleep when you told me. I'm not leaving...you don't wake me up and ask me to leave. Social courtesies, my ass.

This coming from the person who sleeps all fuckin' day. Now he's horny and wants me gone. Fuck him, I say. You know, that Swiss Army knife on my desk looks quite appealing.

Oh, how I want to punch his stupid face in right now...I'm not leaving.