I Hope She Never Rubs Off on Me

My roommate wears stupid stuff.

The worst:  A ratty blue bathrobe.  Or, as she puts it, "Coyote: Au Natural."  The only thing au natural about that synthetic mess is its stench.

The other thing I hate:  This "Coyote" business.

Did you know she has a DEN under her bed??

Hey you, spoil alert: YOU'RE NOT A COYOTE!!!!!

Do You Realize What Time It Is?

In the MYRIAD bad habits my roommate has, the most annoying frustrating infuriating ENRAGING one is when she screams in her sleep.  

I'm not ashamed.  I pee myself.  Every time.  I'm typing this in the laundry room while I wait for my sheets to dry.  

She always brings out the worst in me.

Why Didn't I Take the Single??

At the start of the year, my roommate insisted on pushing our desks together.  She wanted to be chummy... I wanted more floor space.  It seemed beneficial at the time.

Well, it wasn't worth it.
She won't stop eyeballing me over her computer.

EDIT:  She's STILL watching me.

EDIT:  Is that Rocky Horror Picture Show she's humming? AGAIN??

EDIT: Now she's doing something weird with her leg... God help me.

EDIT:  WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIE?????

Make Yourselves at Home. Or Don't.

I give you, the world, the room between my eyes.  
Lately my roommate hasn't given me enough space in the physical realm to take a crap, much less form a thought.
I need to meditate.