Roommates!

[Yuki-onna]

When I first lived on my own, I had a car payment, insurance, 3 credit cards, school, AND living expenses to pay for, and yet I could still live comfortably.

Wow. By yourself? God, teach me. I suck at life. Seriously.


Well, I have a bunch of roommates. Mates in my room and mates all over the shelter.
I share a bedroom with two others. One of them is pretty quiet, real nice, neat.
The other's a smoker, so the whole place reeks of it (I quit months ago; now I can't stand the smell. It makes me ill). She snores. She eats in her bed. She talks on her phone while we're sleeping.

Actually I think she's shipping out. She missed curfew yesterday and you get kicked for that. Yes, there's a curfew. You're not in by midnight, you get sacked. They want you in by nine though, and if you miss that you can get write-ups. It's kind of like prison lock up procedures. Sort of.

Anyhoo, then there's the kitchen. Oh. My. God. I cannot buy food. There is so much crap everywhere, expired, donated food that normal people didn't want to eat. Soymilk from last summer. Gluten free protein bars in nutmeg flavor. Puffin cereal from january. That kind of stuff. I like to eat semi-real, unexpired food. I also like to eat semi-healthy. I try to get fruits, veggies, dairy, meat, etc. Anything you leave in the kitchen for 5 minutes is gone with the wind. Even stuff I've eaten out of with my mouth, man. Opened bottles of juice or containers of like, salad. Can I have some of that? I'm taking it. I'll be making a meal and people hone in on me...hey...you have some leftover for me? Can I have some? Looks really good. Mm. I'm SO hungry. You SO didn't pay for this, so f the **** off.

And almost no one cleans up their own crap. How hard is it to wash a bowl? Sorry, I'm not cleaning up the whole place after you made boiled over soup and scorched bread in the oven, and left it lying EVERYWHERE.

Living room...well, living. There is no privacy. There is one female constantly present in there, watching tv. No, you can't change the channel. Nooooo!

There is to be no food in the living room. There is to be no food in the bedrooms. You can only be in the kitchen between these hours. Do your laundry here, go to bed by then, be back by now, give us your meds.

Gods...yeah, they make me lock up my meds. I have to go ASK them to get my pills. Everytime. Twice a day.

You know, I'll be glad if I ever get a place 'o my own, even if I have to share it with one or two people who slightly piss me off, rather than a herd of females who are constantly in my face and messing with my shit.

Yeah. Stealing happens here too. I don't have anything of real value I leave lying around, but they seriously take things like t-shirts, they took my dirty laundry bag (WTF?), socks, writing materials, it never ends....

People are weird.

People in shelters...even more weird.

Never, ever, get to a point where you have to stay in one.

Trust me.