Ba-Bum!!!!!

First direct confrontation with house mate last night. I was the victor!!! Mwa HAHAAHHAHA….

The conversation had drifted to the shower for some reason I forget… and all the sudden, Mark buts in and dead set accuses me of using his bath towels.

The reason he has come to this conclusion is because the towels are discoloured for some reason. I have blonde tips. He thinks that the blonde tips in my hair, or the bleach rather, could have discoloured his towels. That’s like the stupidest thing I ever heard in my life.

For starters, why the fudge would I use his towels, when I have my own? I would consider using someone else’s towel along the same ilk as using someone else’s tooth-brush. I don’t particularly want my privates touching anywhere that his privates have touched.

I basically put him back in his little box, and explained these basic facts to him, and generally insinuated he is stoned half the time, so he wouldn’t remember if he poured bleach on his own towels anyway.

I think its going to come to boiling point soon. This guy is just a pathetic stoner. He is in debt hard core, and has borrowed over $200 from me and my brother and delayed the repayments substantially.

It is quite clear that he finds my personality over bearing as well. He has a girl that comes over, I don’t know what the fudge is going on with her, but they are sort of together. I speak to her as I do to my friends… I am relaxed around her, and really quite cocky… Mark doesn’t like the way I speak to her, or around her. It’s my house – he can fricken deal with it… why doesn’t he go to her house? Then everyone would be happy!!! I think he maybe feels threatened. I can understand why as well… I am bloody good looking and Candice flirts with me every time she is over, she also has a rep. Mark has nothing to worry about though, I wouldn’t piss on her teeth if her gums were on fire… I do like being in control though.

And there is his Dog… its like the crappest Dog in the whole world. It has no personality whatsoever, is fat because he never takes it walking, is permanently stoned, just like Mark, and has no discipline whatsoever. It craps in my hallway ffs. Every time it does something bad, My brother and I punish the crap out of it… but Mark doesn’t do anything. I feel so sorry for the Dog… we don’t have adequate fencing so it cant be outside – where dogs should be, so it just stays inside all day, and this fricken dog malts like I have never seen a dog malt before, and Mark doesn’t clean up after it either… there is so much dog hair in our bathroom, you would think he takes a shower with his Dog, but the Dog has never even been in there!!!

It will be interesting to see where this goes from here. After last nights episode, I think less of Mark than I did already, and he wouldn’t really want to rub me up the wrong way, because our other room mate is my brother, and he doesn’t think so much of Mark either. Its great being the Alpha Male. From now on, I am calling every little incident that pisses me off… how dare he accuse me of using his towels? If all goes well, hopefully he will move out… take his dog, his mess, and his pathetic life with him.

BAM!!!