The difference between me and her is that while she feels the need to impress upon everyone her Buddah-esque knowledge and expects everyone to do as she says, I generally don't listen to most people, and talk to even less of them. And I certainly don't have time for a whiney, needy, control freak that isn't named Mom.
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Originally Posted by strandinthewind
He said she condescended to him in his own house where she was a guest I do not think telling someone in no uncertain terms that that type of bitchiness will not be tolerated under your own roof is a bad thing.
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And the thing is, I didn't even say anything to her when she did that (multiple times). I let it slide. Next time, I'm telling her to just get the hell out. And my room mate will hate me. But it doesn't matter. Lots of people don't like me, I can deal with one more.
But the thing is, they come up with the dumbest **** to harp on me about too. I mean, in the last 12 hours alone, she said I punched holes through their condoms. I wouldn't touch anything that was going near their sleazy-asses. Then she complained about my alarm clock being too annyoing, and how I put it on sleep. Then she bitched that I stole *her* Southern Comfort. It wasn't hers, it belonged to my friend Jess, who I returned it to. And she made up a dumbass story about it being hers. What is this, 3rd grade?
