Bang Bang (*Headdesk*)

I know I do not have this item. I had to pry apart two closets and my bed to prove that no, really, I honestly do not have this item and do not remember what was done with it. I also don't care, because it's not like it's ever getting fixed anyway or you would have DONE IT SIX MONTHS AGO, like you swore you would.

I want to throw something, hard, just to hear it break.

I'll stuff the mess back where it came from, instead.

I don't clean. Not my own things. Mostly because it doesn't matter how much I clean; it's never enough.

Plus, usually by the time I'm done picking up everyone else's shit, the last thing I want to do is bother with mine.

It's not like either of you ever clean anything. Back the fuck up off me. >E

No, see, roommates are JUST LIKE THIS, except sometimes they steal from you and/or break shit, in the bargain. Oooh, yeah, that's a tradeoff I'm dying to have. *Eyeroll.*