It Is Now 2:57am....

 At 1:27am my housemate decides he wants to go into the kitchen and cook up a storm...he can't cook. Burning shit, yeah THAT he can do but anything else, nope he isn't good at it.

So, when I come out of my room in nothing but a towel, he questions me on why I don't have a bathrobe on. Me KNOWING ME...I started ti 'Transform' on his as and become a 'Decepticon'..but no, I became calm and said.. 'Listen, you're banging pots and pans AND talking on your phone thru the speaker LIKE you're the only one living in here. And then you want to question why I don't have a bathrobe on? Shut the fuck up!!' ...and I walked to the bathroom to take my shower.

See... People just don't give a fuck about others and all they are worried about, and look out for is themselves. I might do the same thing also but... I take into consideration on how the other person may or may not feel. 

I came out of the shower and he is still in the kitchen so... I questioned him about the other three people living in his room AND sleeping in his bed. Four of them, all males are sleeping in the same bed. I questioned him about this because on Saturday he had the nerve to ask me who turn was it to clean the bathroom. I told him I would clean it. I should have kept my mouth shut because I'll BE DAMNED if I'm going to clean a bathroom that 3 others from the outside are using.

I also told him that his 'guest' need to be a little more quiet AND to clean up behind their nasty asses. Yep, I said it like that. I don't know what Tribe they came from in Africa but here in The USA we use garbage can/plastic bags for trash and anything that falls on the floor..well, we pick it up. These motherfuckers are filthy!! But they are happier than a Faggot in Boys Town to be in America.

I scrolled thru my timeline on FB and... 

There is one woman..no two women on my timeline that BOTH know I want to get with them..and I think they feel the same..at least that is what they have told me. Oh well...FB is FB.

I have a lot more to say but this early in the morning the words in my head are all scrambled like eggs. Later.