Rant.

Dear whoreish housemate:

STOP STEALING MY F-ING THINGS. This memorandum includes, among ALL OTHER POSSESSIONS, my: cash, collectibles, movies, BRAND F-ING NEW CLOTHING, personal treasures, and WHATEVER THE F ELSE YOU MAY HAVE TAKEN!!!!!!!

I'm a tolerant person. I put up with a whole hell of a lot without getting too loud about it. But I AM NOT a total doormat. I CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE OF THIS. I give it maybe a week at best before I snap and stop giving you the minimal amount of respect that you don't deserve anyway.

No love,
me.

P.S. I want my f-king tank top back. And not the one you stole - a new one. I had it a total of two days before you stole it and having other people wear my clothes skeeves me beyond belief. You owe me a new one. Thanks.