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so a few weeks ago when I had bedbugs it was too bad but not anything my roommate wanted to deal with. my explanations that it was a big deal were ignored.
predictably - as in, I predicted correctly that this was going to happen - as soon as I killed off most of the obvious ones in my room and isolated my bed so the rest couldn't get to me, they moved on to start chomping on her at night.
so she was up all night killing bedbugs (and keeping me up as well by stomping around cursing and throwing shit.)
predictably - as in, I should have known this would happen - it's NOW a huge deal and we have to fumigate. it doesn't matter that we can't afford to. it doesn't matter that it's not going to be a permanent solution because it's only our apartment getting treated and they'll just come back from next door, where they came from in the first place. heaven forbid we had the LANDLORD pay for the fumigation and extend it to the entire apartment complex, because we (she) doesn't want to talk to the landlord (presumably because she's illegally subletting the bedroom to me.)
also, never mind if I had any plans this weekend - she's just cancelled them all and told me I have to come home and clean/rearrange shit all day so the terminex guys can spray down a clean house.
one day...ah, one fine, fine day...I will get a real job that earns actual, not virtual dollars, and I will get my own apartment without any roommates. |
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