Join Date: Sep 2012
Location: Where Dreams Go to Die
My roommate, thus far in the time that I've known him, has been a pleasant fellow. Calm, polite, well-behaved. Now, it's as if the ****er has flipped a switch. Seems to have dedicated himself to making my life miserable. Needling me. Finding out where it's vulnerable, sticking in the knife, and twisting it in an effort to make me angry and uncomfortable. I don't like a joke where I am the punchline, and they are only funny to me when not at my expense and everybody is laughing.