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Ha ha ha! I made a mistake! I did I did I did! My roommate is not the most preferable person to have around. She farts in her sleep, moans afterwards, and she rips me off for rent (well, only once but once it far too obnoxious to rip off a month's rent). Well, she is is also a .... faker. She is one of those people who pretends to be neat. She lectures me about eyeliner pieces in the sink, foundation remnants in the sink, yet has she ever taken the trash out? Absolutely not. Well, I am one of those people who is too passive. I get annoyed, but never say anything because I don't want to offend. Anyway, each time I leave town, I take the most current garbage collection out, then I always remind her to take the trash out if there is new trash for the rest of my time out of town. Because if she leaves the trash around in a city like this, I know from experience having lived in cities most of my life that roaches and mice will visit. Well, needless to say, this past time that I went out of town, she did not take the trash out. The whole apartment smelled like a giant fart when I walked in because "her" trash was everywhere. (Guess what I mean by "her" trash, I refuse to be gross about it). Well, since I cannot confront her because she is a freak about escaping her state of denial, I have to vent on live journal. Lovely bull shit.Well, here is the punchline (sorry it took so long, just annoyed). Last night I came home from work, and was on the phone with my friend Amy. When I walked in, it was dark and only 9:30 pm, so I figured my roommate was out. I was excited to watch some t.v. before I met up with some work friends at a bar. Lately, however, my roommate has been going to bed at early evening hours, hours only grandma's who wet their pants sleep at. But not 9:30 pm! So as soon as my olfactory nose senses kicked in, which was right away since the apartment still smelled like an old ass, I started to say real loudly, "Shit, the fucking apartment smells like shit! Because people don't know how to take fucking care of it!" But then I looked at the couch, and there she was, sleeping. I was so embarrased that I started to say, "Well I don't know how to take care of it either...." But I went out last night. I danced a lot, it was great. But some annoying guy had to grab my arm and give me the old line. He was like,"Why do beautiful straight women always hang out at gay bars?" I was like "I dunno." He goes, "Beautiful women like you always do that." I just shrugged and tried to leave the conversation. Here's the million dollar question: why do men use the same lines over and over again and expect everyone to buy into them? Do women really sell themselves that short that they so often buy into these overrated lines, leaving men convinced that still-- to this day-- any little bit of attention will do? Come on ladies. You owe yourself more than that. Save a straw for yourself.