Friday, May 05, 2006

roommate from hell

No, literally (and I do mean literally). I woke up just minutes ago to the sound of the smoke alarm beeping in the hallway. Now, this house has had lots, and I mean LOTS of weed smoked in it, and the thing has never gone off until this morning. I stumbled out of my room just in time to see smoke pourung out of the hole that used to house the door handle to Ryan's room (why it's gone is a whole other story). Chuck pushed in to see Ryan's pillow on fire with him sleeping on it. Yes, the pillow is ON FUCKING FIRE a few INCHES FROM HIS FACE. Chuck does his best to wake him up, but resorts to just grabbing the pillow and running it into the bathroom and into the tub. Needless to say that despite the smoke alarm, yelling, shoving, and FIRE IN HIS FACE, Ryan is still asleep right now, and will probably continue to do so, oblivious, until sometime this afternoon when he'll roll out of bed, pop a xanax, and grab a 24 pack.

Pardon my french, but WHAT THE FUCK? This shit has GOT TO STOP.

*edit: I had to take a picture