Was just in the kitchen making my chili when the guy I live with came in to prepare his dinner: chicken nuggets, rice, baby corn on the cobs, and toast. That’s not a meal, dickhead.
Also, I’ve realised that the three girls I live with all dye their hair the same colour, own similar clothes, talk the same, think the same, and the same things irritate me about each of them. I’m basically living with the same girl three times!
