There's nothing worse in the world than having someone you aren't even remotely interested in constantly coming on to you. Oh wait---there IS something worse...when said creepy person (who happens to be your roommate) has read your blog over the past months and seems to be obsessed by what you say and keeps insanely mentioning: "You just don't like me because you're obsessed with Julie. Julie! Julie!"
I keep trying to tell my obsessed roommate freak: "Julie's a crazy online shit," and that SHE (the roomie) is even more insane and boring as shit. And yet I still keep getting knocks on my door at night AND blog-posts from Julie (that I have to censor).
It's called dumb-ass HELL, folks. I wouldn't wish such stupidity on anyone.
Here's my prayer: If I have to be in hell, may it not take place amid my current dumb-ass shit, but, rather, in Sean Lennon's kitchen, with Lindsay Lohan's knife to my throat.