The Roommates From Hell

Sometimes, women can blame their foul disposition on PMS, a valid excuse if used sparingly. Then there are the women who exhibit the cranky symptoms of PMS month-long, making life a living hell for any unfortunate soul that steps into the room. They have no excuse, other than being irascible bitches who have very little to do but deride others.

I live with two such women, in an apartment near a university campus. As though life were not dramatic enough, I have to put up with perpetually dissatisfied roommates who take out their unhappiness on those around them, i.e. me. While I am about to rip my hair out in frustration, perhaps you will find the insanity 1. entertaining or 2. outrageous, and then if you ever run into my roommates on the street, you can 1. laugh or 2. punch them in the face.