I hate my roommate. She dates the scum of the earth. She leaves for Europe for two weeks, and she leaves her boyfriend here at the house. He’s an alcoholic and a stoner. He has no job, and he does not clean the house. He uses my desk, coat hangers, printer, television, couch, and house in general. He pays no rent, but yet has the money to buy copious amounts of weed. This is the third time my roommate has imposed me to live with someone I didn’t want to. The first was a composer. The second was her mother. The third was her boyfriend. Her brother’s girlfriend, too, imposed having her mentally ill mother and half-brother here at the house. I’m sick of it. The house is a mess. No one is respectful here.
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