It PAINS me to thrust ANOTHER Dipshit Entry upon you...
...but I must. I'm sorry. Really, I am. Precious life time is slipping away. But so is my patience. I've just come as close as I have yet to making VERY clear to him that he's the most AGITATING FUCK ON EARTH. In one half-hour's time, he did the following...
1) ABSOLUTELY INEXPLICABLY opening his fucking mouth to tell me to "leave the hot water on" after I was done washing my dish...as he went off to the bathroom. Um, we don't live in a tenement. The hot water comes on instantly. WHY did he tell me that? WHY was I forced to say "OK" in return? And WHY was water then running NEEDLESSLY for a good two minutes while he finished up in the bathroom? DUMB FUCK.
2) He then asked if I was going outside tonight, itching for some reason to bring the kinda-full trash out. He does this often. A VERY curt "NO" was my reply. Flash forward 30 seconds...he then starts "humorously" talking about how "of course, the hall light's out again." Then and there, I almost lunged at him with my fists. If he brings up the waning power of the hall light ONE more time, I'm telling you, I may resort to violence. Is he FUCKING HELEN KELLER?! Yes, it's mildly irritating, but he acts like he can't REMOTELY function in the hall without a light. Last night, he spoke of "fumbling" with his keys in the dark. You stupid, four-eyed, cleft-lipped FUCK...how about you have your key out BEFORE you ascend the staircase...LIKE I DO EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE. No, that'd be THINKING too much for him. That light is about #387 on my list of fucking priorities. He badgered the landlords for a new light already. They, in turn (greatly amusing me), merely GAVE him the new light to install instead of replacing it themselves, saying "it's still working sometimes." He'll probably knock out power to the whole block somehow when he attempts to replace it, given what an overall moron he is. *And, no, it's not a NORMAL lightbulb...it's some circular, weird thing, not to mention being high up...which means...hmm, he COULD maybe slip and fall two stories...
3) The icing on the cake was when I had an oily piece of aluminum foil to throw away...and FUCKNUT DIDN'T REPLACE THE GARBAGE BAG. Then and there, I first slammed the oven door, then rather loudly uttered profanities. Whether he heard this in his room, I don't know...but I didn't care, which is new. *IF YOU TAKE A BAG OUT, FUCKING REPLACE IT. OR DON'T BOTHER BEING "HELPFUL." Because you're NOT.
On top of all of that, he's been on the phone FOUR times and counting. I FUCKING HATE HIM. OK, I feel mildly better now that i've publicly shamed him. Yet again. Dipshit. Yup, that's his name...surely i'll wear it out.
1) ABSOLUTELY INEXPLICABLY opening his fucking mouth to tell me to "leave the hot water on" after I was done washing my dish...as he went off to the bathroom. Um, we don't live in a tenement. The hot water comes on instantly. WHY did he tell me that? WHY was I forced to say "OK" in return? And WHY was water then running NEEDLESSLY for a good two minutes while he finished up in the bathroom? DUMB FUCK.
2) He then asked if I was going outside tonight, itching for some reason to bring the kinda-full trash out. He does this often. A VERY curt "NO" was my reply. Flash forward 30 seconds...he then starts "humorously" talking about how "of course, the hall light's out again." Then and there, I almost lunged at him with my fists. If he brings up the waning power of the hall light ONE more time, I'm telling you, I may resort to violence. Is he FUCKING HELEN KELLER?! Yes, it's mildly irritating, but he acts like he can't REMOTELY function in the hall without a light. Last night, he spoke of "fumbling" with his keys in the dark. You stupid, four-eyed, cleft-lipped FUCK...how about you have your key out BEFORE you ascend the staircase...LIKE I DO EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE. No, that'd be THINKING too much for him. That light is about #387 on my list of fucking priorities. He badgered the landlords for a new light already. They, in turn (greatly amusing me), merely GAVE him the new light to install instead of replacing it themselves, saying "it's still working sometimes." He'll probably knock out power to the whole block somehow when he attempts to replace it, given what an overall moron he is. *And, no, it's not a NORMAL lightbulb...it's some circular, weird thing, not to mention being high up...which means...hmm, he COULD maybe slip and fall two stories...
3) The icing on the cake was when I had an oily piece of aluminum foil to throw away...and FUCKNUT DIDN'T REPLACE THE GARBAGE BAG. Then and there, I first slammed the oven door, then rather loudly uttered profanities. Whether he heard this in his room, I don't know...but I didn't care, which is new. *IF YOU TAKE A BAG OUT, FUCKING REPLACE IT. OR DON'T BOTHER BEING "HELPFUL." Because you're NOT.
On top of all of that, he's been on the phone FOUR times and counting. I FUCKING HATE HIM. OK, I feel mildly better now that i've publicly shamed him. Yet again. Dipshit. Yup, that's his name...surely i'll wear it out.
posted by Gregoire at 6:50 PM
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