Lexa
Just call me Veronica Mars
So, last night I was having some problems falling asleep. Finally, I'm half asleep when I hear the door open downstairs. Nothing shocking about this, as my roomie is known to come home late from the bar, usually with friends in tow. She's always trying to be quiet about it, though, so I think nothing of it and try to doze off.
Until suddenly there's a random strange guy I've never seen before, standing in my room, staring at my boobs as I lie in bed. I screech - loudly - and he proceeds to ask if I'm my roomie's friend, "Chichi." Clearly I'm not, and I tell him to GTFO, still panicked over suddenly finding a strange man standing in the middle of my bedroom at fucking 2:30am. Not even two minutes later, he comes back in(!!) and asks, "Just to be clear, this is the wrong bedroom, right?" I screech at him again, and he leaves.
Sleep ruined. Couldn't get to sleep until 6am. Up again for class at 7:30am. Not happy.
Turns out (I found out today, after running into her on campus), my roomie was completely innocent this time - she'd informed her friend "Chichi" (who I've known to be very rude in the past, and who actually has destroyed some of my things before) that she could come crash that night. Well, "Chichi" decided that it was okay to bring a random drunk guy home, and then let him randomly walk into every fucking bedroom in the house. My roomie also got walked in on, we both have morning class, and we're both pretty fucking pissed.
So how do I tell "Chichi" to fuck off, don't fucking assume it's okay to bring her one-night stands to OUR house at 2:30am on a school night, and to stop fucking breaking my stuff, without creating lingering hostility since she comes around pretty often?! I already asked my roomie to tell her, but I'm having this incredible urge to scream at her myself.
Until suddenly there's a random strange guy I've never seen before, standing in my room, staring at my boobs as I lie in bed. I screech - loudly - and he proceeds to ask if I'm my roomie's friend, "Chichi." Clearly I'm not, and I tell him to GTFO, still panicked over suddenly finding a strange man standing in the middle of my bedroom at fucking 2:30am. Not even two minutes later, he comes back in(!!) and asks, "Just to be clear, this is the wrong bedroom, right?" I screech at him again, and he leaves.
Sleep ruined. Couldn't get to sleep until 6am. Up again for class at 7:30am. Not happy.
Turns out (I found out today, after running into her on campus), my roomie was completely innocent this time - she'd informed her friend "Chichi" (who I've known to be very rude in the past, and who actually has destroyed some of my things before) that she could come crash that night. Well, "Chichi" decided that it was okay to bring a random drunk guy home, and then let him randomly walk into every fucking bedroom in the house. My roomie also got walked in on, we both have morning class, and we're both pretty fucking pissed.
So how do I tell "Chichi" to fuck off, don't fucking assume it's okay to bring her one-night stands to OUR house at 2:30am on a school night, and to stop fucking breaking my stuff, without creating lingering hostility since she comes around pretty often?! I already asked my roomie to tell her, but I'm having this incredible urge to scream at her myself.