A Short Venting Session.
I’m really sorry to bother my readers with this, but I am very upset right now.
I have written a couple of posts about sharing ect… but the roommate just to sharing to a whole new level that I am pretty sure I am not ready to deal with. Actually, I don’t think I will ever be able to deal with it unless it is with someone who is in my family or something like that.
So I come back to Milledgeville this weekend and I see a black towel with my initials sitting on the counter in the bathroom. P.S.- that’s not where I leave my towels. I hang them up, but that’s beside the point. So by now I’m talking myself out of completely freaking out and trying to calm myself down. I decided to go awhile without saying anything so that I could see if someone said anything about it.
Nothing.
For a day.
So finally, the towel is still sitting there and I’m like, "Hey, who used one of my towels?" Blank stare from Rachel and Paige. Then I hear Kelsey from the room, "Oh I did! I ran out and needed one, so I got one out of your closet."
Oh. Ok.
Number one- ASK ME!!
Number two- YOU WOULD FREAKING BLOW A GASKET IF I DID THAT!!
I was almost raging when she said it. Not a big deal, but I wasn’t even consulted. If you call me on the phone, or shoot me a text message, you will surely get a yes. But no, she just went in my closet. My closet? Really? I keep some pretty important and expensive stuff in there.
So this comes without saying, but I’m going to say it anyway. I AM LOCKING MY CLOSET FROM NOW ON. No freaking way she is going to do that crap again.
GRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
