OMFG dude..why do you constantly have to be pissed off? It's bad enough you moved back in, and unlike some people who are currently unemployed are actually looking for work or trying to go back to school, You hole up in your room and on the rare occasion you do come out, you piss and mope around, slamming shit around and I'm surprised your door is still on it's hinges. Tantrum much? You're 45 dude. Also thanks to you, my flashbacks have returned, because you know what, you act just like my abusive ex. I'm afraid to do anything in this house or even come out of this damn room for fear I'll incur your wrath of you PMSing on a daily basis. Please stfu as I don't know how much more stress I can take. When I moved back here and you were gone, it was a blessing. I finally had the quiet I needed to start to heal. Your attitude is only worsening my PTSD f*cker. GROW UP, GET A JOB, and STOP MOOCHING OF THE GOVERNMENT! For god's sakes QUIT ACTING LIKE THE WORLD HANDED YOU SOME BAD APPLES. Yeah I bitch about life handing me more than what I think is my fair share, but I move on, or at least try to. I'm trying to at least repair the mistakes I've made in my life. You, you sit and bitch. How productive.

Yes I was pissed last night because that damn dog we took in was supposed to get FIXED yesterday. Did it? Of course not! Yes, I don't know the reasoning behind Ren not getting his nuts chopped off, but you know, it's a recurring theme in this household. Last year we were supposed to get the female Chi's fixed. Did the owner fix them? NOPE. We then ended up with 2 litters of puppies. The birds that are here? There are 8 cages stuffed with doves. They keep breeding, and breeding and breeding. With each new inbred baby that hatches, all that's done is that it's cooed over, and told it's a pretty bird and that's it. Yes I know the joy of birth and new life, but we're going on over 30 doves here. D: Most, if not all, inbred. I've got no qualms about that at all, but when you can't afford to feed them, or they come out with various health problems and or end up kicking the bucket a few days after they are born, then it's time to stop, get rid of some, and separate the damn things.

*sigh*

Sorry for the rant and the big wall o text ya'll...just had to get it out. D:

(also this is not the roommate)