Yesterday was nice. I met up with some of my favorite people from Colorado. We went to breakfast, the Statue of Liberty, and Ellis Island. Then, I bought a bottle of wine and a cheese platter to bring to the rooftop and enjoy with some neighbors. Crazy and her cute pooch even came up for a few minutes, and all was good. No fighting or pissing me off-- except for the fact that Crazy is an inconsiderate skank, in general. The fact that I hardly saw Crazy explains the reason for my good day. I almost considered not moving or kicking her out! ...Yesterday was the calm before the storm.

Before I begin my rant, let me preface by explaining that Crazy's drug dealer boyfriend has apparently moved into the apartment. He sleeps over every night, keeps belongings in her room, and has now acquired cabinet space in the kitchen for his groceries. Needless to say, I am not happy about this. I'm actually at my wit's end with her and her bullshit. Here's the latest shenanigans: 

I woke up this morning and began getting ready for my job interview. Like every other day, I went to the bathroom to wash up, and brush my teeth. Nothing too exciting. Then, I went to my room to finish getting ready. Shortly thereafter, I hear Crazy's drug dealer boyfriend use the toilet. Close the door, you douche! I don't want to hear you urinating! I thought as I listened to the nasty loser's piss stream hit the water.  Moments later, I hear him sigh, "Oh maaaan." He saw that my door was open and came to ask me for a plunger. I told him that if he didn't see it under the sink, to ask Crazy. He returned to tell me that he couldn't find it and that I should call maintenance. Why is telling me? Shouldn't he be telling Crazy, since he's her guest? What an idiot. Anyway, I told him to let Crazy know because I had to leave.

I nervously returned to the bathroom to fetch my deodorant. As expected, the toilet was clogged and had overflowed. Not only did Crazy's loser boyfriend not attempt to fix the toilet, but he left the overflowed piss water all over the floor! He actually returned to bed without even cleaning it up. I was thoroughly disgusted as I opened my cabinet and watched my toothbrush fall in the piss puddle. Immediately, I threw it in the garbage, and tossed a towel on the floor to sop up the mess. I went back to my room extremely pissed-off.

Crazy awoke and investigated the bathroom situation. I heard her say, "Of course she uses my towel!" She approached me about it and I explained that I didn't want to use someone else's towel to clean up her boyfriend's mess. I don't know about you, but I certainly would not want my towel used to clean up after someone else's guest. I also explained that her loser boyfriend should have cleaned up the mess-- not me! I asked her what else she expected me to use. She replied that I should have used paper towels. However, there was way too much water for paper towels to handle. I also explained that if he had cleaned up his mess, I wouldn't have had to use her towel.

She then proceeded to interrogate me: "Did you take the trash off the toilet? Did you use the toilet this morning? Do you think you flooded the bathroom and just didn't realize it?" What a freakin' lunatic she is! Apparently, she put the trash bucket on the toilet so others would know not to use it. What retard does that?! How does putting trash on the toilet communicate that it's out of order? It doesn't! Write a note or say something, you stupid idiot! Anyway, our other roommate must have removed the trash bucket and used the toilet before he left for work that morning because when I went in there, the trash bucket was on the floor, and the toilet was not clogged. 

Anyway, I left for the interview but returned to retrieve my wallet that I had forgotten to grab in my frenzy. Crazy confronted me again. She made up a ridiculous scenario that I had actually flooded the toilet because her loser boyfriend told her that he didn't turn on the bathroom light when he used the facilities, and that his feet felt wet when he walked in. If this were true, he would have been peeing blindly into the toilet, guessing the target. Is she f-ing serious?! Her loser boyfriend admitted that his flush caused the overflow. I told her that I wasn't mad about it, but at least clean it up!

I just don't understand why she was being so defensive! She continued to reiterate the fact that I used her towel and claimed that my comment about not using another towel was the "rudest" thing I had ever said to her. First of all, I have said much ruder things to her! Second of all, how is that even rude?! Again, she accused me of causing the overflow as I rolled my eyes and rushed out the door. I seriously hate her with every bone in my body. I have decided that today is the day that I confront Cool Guy about kicking her out, or getting my deposit back so that I can get the hell out of there, ASAP!