11/30/08

         11/30/08

 So I come up to my building and there is a key left in the entrance door. I look at it and then I smell the faint smell of pot coming from somewhere. I come in, lock the door and place the key on the alarm box right next to the door and start going up the flights of stairs. As I am coming up to my landing I see that my door is wide open with Lulis keys stuck in it. Standing in the living room is my roommate in nothing but his boxers, drunk off his ass with a joint in his hand. This is what I get to come home to. So he tells me that his university is having a party for all the teachers and I should come. I decline and he begins to explain how much he cares about me and how when we moved in together he wanted to take care of me to make sure no one was causing me any problems. I look at the joint in his hand, which causes him to look at the joint in his hand and he says… yeah. Its like he has no common sense.