UG.

It's 3am on Sunday.

I've been home for about 30 mins.

Had a good night at the haunt. My body is slowly falling apart.

Came home to find Brent ( my now ex-roommate ) has moved out all of his shit. And that he came in my room and removed his router/cat5 cable. Causing my internet to not work until I fixed it. Look, I don't give a fuck if people take back what's theirs. But I do give a fuck when people touch my computer.

Biggest pet peeve ever. DO NOT TOUCH MY COMPUTER. YOU ASK. Grrrrrrr.

Plus I'm sick as a fuckin' dog. The bastard didn't even fucking vaccuum when he moved out.

He just took his shit and ran.

The roommate possibilities are slim pickin's and there's only really one candidate that I hope takes the place. :: hopehopehope ::

But who knows.

I was REALLY angry when I came home and saw my apartment in the shape that it was.

But good news a friend of mind found my keys that I lost a couple of weeks ago.

Yay.

Now I'm sore, sick, and tired.

I'm going to fucking sleep.

Ok icky.

So I got really pissed at the fact that my toe is up to its old antics again so I did sort of a hackjob surgery on myself and removed the nail.

BWAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAH!!!

I'm like Macguyver of the human foot.