i hate having stupid roommates...

it bugs me when people claim to be "ocd."  you're not a fucking disorder.  so for someone who has ocd, you suck at it.  if i had ocd, i wouldn't even say i was oc.  i would say i was obsessive compulsive.  but i would definitely not say i was obsessive compulsive disorder.

anyway-- the point of this fabulous rant is that i have another stupid roommate.  the other day, she asked me if i had used the oven that morning because there were crumbs on the stove.  i had not.  she then asked if i had used the stove.  i had not.  apparently, she had "spent an hour cleaning yesterday."  it was not even an hour.  but i wasn't the one who used the stove since she cleaned it.  and she had the audacity to accuse me with her eyes when i said they weren't mine?!  i wanted to pluck the fuckers out!!  just because she asked our other roommate first, and just because she said they weren't hers, that automatically makes it my mess.  these "cracker" crumbs came out of someone else's ass, then, because i haven't had crackers since she cleaned!  they were most likely bread crumbs since they eat toast all the damn time!  did she ever think of that?  of course not.  

if i make a mess when i cook, i clean it up.   she's the one leaving her fuckin' red velvet cake mess and red sauce on the stove and counter!  i don't think she has ocd; she's just mental.  she wants me to "be mindful?"  i'm not the one dripping fuckin' menstrual blood on the bathroom rug.  i'm not the one who pees or leaves hairs on the toilet seat.  don't tell me to be mindful.  you fuckin' be mindful!