I'm beginning to suspect that my roommate is actively seeking out ways to piss me off. Maybe she's suicidal and she WANTS me to kill her. I don't know. Anyway, she stopped stealing my food after the bitchy note incident, but has now taken to smoking in her room. Ew. She's really sneaky about it too, she puts towels down in front of her door so we won't know, but it doesn't help.

I quit smoking two years ago, because if I wanted to be a singer, I had to stop trashing my voice, and it got too expensive. And a small part of me always hated the way cigarettes made me smell. So now, I get all the goddamn odour of being a heavy smoker, and none of the yummy nicotine-y benefits (like that delicious rush you get after your first few drags, when the drug hits your bloodstream, and you can feel all the stress in your body just melt... Ahem). Seriously, our whole house smells like a fucking bingo hall.

I'm going to strangle her. Then dropkick her off a tall building. Arg! I really don't think that I'm that difficult to live with. All I ask is that she not steal my food, not smoke in the house, do her share of the dishes, bring her keys when she goes out, and shut her fucking mouth during Alias. Really, is that expecting too much?

Miss Black

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