Erin

Monk's First Lady

I went down now to try and talk to her, competly nicely, and she wouldn't open her door, and wouldn't answer me. Her light was on I said, "I know you're in there, I can see your feet."

And she flipped, and was screaming at me through the door.... "FUCK YOU!!! I don't want to talk to you!" and I'm like, "we need to talk this through though, you know it isn't fair and you're avoiding the situation. She says "I HATE YOU SO MUCH YOU BITCH." I say, "I really don't care, as long as you stop." and she responded "I did already, I'm not doing it now OK?!?!? "

So... I guess maybe she will stop. But probably not. Mature much? This is the same girl who blogs about me all the time, talking about how much she hates me because apparently I'm such a stereotype, because I'm pretty, have lots of friends, am smart, and am a generally happy person. Apparently she hates "living with a teen sitcom character".

I apoligise for having a life. It's not my fault you do not have a single friend. I tried being nice to you!

Maybe I will light her on fire.