I'm officially a drug dealer. Should i be discussing this on a public website? Hmmmm...Eh, who cares. I sold some of my Vicodin from the Gum Surgery. But see this benefits me more than the guy who gets the drugs. Why? Because now i can go out and buy some freakin bread! I've been eating Nutri-Grain bars for breakfast lunch and dinner for 3 days straight and it's starting to get real old.
But bread! Precious carbs! Now i can make my PB & J sandwiches. Yes i still eat PB & J almost everyday for lunch so shut up. I never get sick of it. I swear i should be interviewed by some medical college or something because seriously, i think that's a gift. Well, not really but i like to feel special.
Good news on the roommate front: She might be moving out. But to where? Next door. That's right, she wants to move next door because that apartment has 2 living rooms and a dishwasher. A dishwasher. This is how lazy my roommate is. She is willing to pay $125 more than she pays now for a fucking dishwasher. I told her go right ahead but i'm happy where i am.
And i think now she's rebelling against me because i told her i don't want to move. I've been in this apartment almost 2 years and i like it. And i like my low rent. (You can't beat $475/month in Chicago)
So in her rebellion she has not done the dishes. I did them Sunday night and Monday night i come home to a shitload of dishes piled in the sink. I worked last night till 1 am and come home and guess what? They are still there.
End of rant about roommate.
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