Fucking wine Nazi. That little cunt thinks he's being reasonable regulating the wine because he baught the ingredients... but what about the fucking xbox that little bitch is playing? Or the food he and his girl eat? Or the sterio he listens to? What about the lights that light up the apt.? Or the desk he uses for home work? Or the beer I bought that he and Kayla drank more of than I did? Or my $40 cologne that he sprays on himself to cover up the cig smoke? All this shit *I* pay for? THAT FUCKING CUNT. Do I sound mad? Well I guess I'm a little pissed. Every action has a point, five points make a fist. I'm going to eventually show him that. Roomates suck.
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