WHAT THE F#&!

SERIOUSLY! WHAT THE FUCK?????? Apparently, all living with two hot roommates gets you these days is a bunch of dudes that want to meet your roommates. I mean, yeah, that'd be fine if I was like...oh...I don't know...A BOY NAMED ALEX...but since I'M NOT...I'm kind of getting tired of "Hey....you're pretty hot......I heard you got some hot roommates too! Well, introduce me already!" Or...."Hey Al! Long time no see! Yeah...cool....So...where are those girls?????" EFFF YOU, PEOPLE! I feel like one of those attention depraved mothers who turn psycho on their kid because all anybody asks them anymore is how much the whiny, cry-y, poopie, blob she popped out eats, shits and sleeps, and nobody cares about her new shampoo scent or the body glitter cream she purposly slathered on in excess just to see if anybody could even actually see her anymore. But nobody ever does. So she just sits there...glowing like a churnoble survivor while the rest of the world plays with their newest toy. Seriously, people. I have feelings. And unless you're Casino Dave, stop asking me about my roommates. And if you are Casino Dave, call Rhiannon. She thinks you're hot.