Rodrigo gets into things...its what he does. Today, after I left for work, Rodrigo got into a box of pancake mix. It was everywhere, and unfortunately my roommate is the one who had to deal with it. She swept up what she could before she had to rush off to work. I got home around 730, sweaty and tired from the gym, to find what was left of the caked on mess. No problem, Rod is my responsibility and I'm grateful that she did what she could.
Tonight when she got home, she was in a horrible mood and wouldnt stop complaining about the incident.
Her dog has been sick and, because she has a boyfriend (who I recently accidentally saw naked. ew), she cannot be bothered to clean up the throw up, which has been daily, and really really gross. I have been the one mopping up puke. Because Marley and Rodrigo are best friends, Rod has caught this stomach virus and is now throwing up, alot.
Instead of thanking me for taking care of her dog (she's spent the night at home ONCE in the last week) and sympathizing with our poor, sick puppies, she's hiding in her room, irritated.
If anyone's aloud to be irritated, its me.
No, this post does not make me depressed, if anyone in particular is wondering.
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