My style isn’t even my style, I cant afford my actual style
this the most accurate shit
Start collecting luck from today so I have the courage to tell the old terrible landwoman tomorrow that I’m leaving in December. Thx!!!
Can’t believe I wasted my whole summer worrying about not getting a house and ended up with this bullshit. Rule of thumb: ALWAYS plan to sleep on the streets, something will come up.
how can you call yourself a feminist but then drool over a boy?
babe i can fight the patriarchy and ride a dick those things are not mutually exclusive
Geneva livin’ (rant)
I am so glad that I get to live until today to have the experience of being called “uneducated” by an old woman who cannot spell.
As I said before in my previous rant post, my landlady isn’t a pleasant person, but I put up with her shit because I think sometimes they are reasonable; I am becoming an adult and I probably will regret not getting my life together, starting with the way I treat my room. But this does not mean that I am in anyway adhering to the bullshit she’s made up along the way, and taking advantage of my weak ability to speak fluent French in this house.
Last week, I had the opportunity to learn more about this old woman and what kind of person she really is, and what the fuck is telling her to be a ratass all the time about cleaning. I get it. When you’re old, you’re bored. You have the time to chill and torture people on the phone for hours and time to clean the house. But after the talk I was so disappointed that the person who keeps putting her religion as priority, that everything has to be according to the Creator, to God, that homosexuality is wrong (we will have the discussion by the time I’m leaving the house), that one’s religion has to tell you where things come from, etc while CANNOT become the person God or whoever she believes in wants her to be, she does NOT have the credibility to tell other people otherwise.
Today my landlady and I had a short, but heated discussion about those goddamn towels. The bathroom is humid, and the house isn’t well-ACed, so the towels can’t be dried, while at the same time, there is no ‘handle’ or appropriate hangers to put up the towels. All in all, wet towels being kept days after days will grow new stuff so you gotta change them. It’s not because of me, its because of the house that cannot accommodate clean, dry towels. RIGHT? While I was trying to mumble these words out, trying to explain to this piece of shit how things work, or how towels work, she told me to hang them up by the bath tub, which I refused because then when a person who’s taking the shower would still wet them, or there’s no place to them to put their towels up, and if they move my towels there’s no incentives for them to put the towels back because they need their towels dry and clean too. Then, she said that “other people” are very well-educated and will NOT think like I do.
Did she just call me uneducated? Did a woman who CANNOT spell just call me uneducated?
That backfired hard. I made a face at her, questioning, “Quoi?” as in, “What?” — and while she was still thinking it was okay to say that to me, I told her that it was not, which prompted her to warn me that she would raise the rent if I keep changing towels. Is this bitch seriously talking about towels and getting all this shit messed up?
I AM LEAVING THIS SHIT HOLE. And to let her know that she can like Asians all she wants because they’re - according to her - “submissive” to her rules, I’m the one Asian who can’t do math and the one she will not be able to fuck over.
When I leave in December, make sure you remind me to say to her these exact words: “Maria, you can pray all you want, but you sure are going to fucking hell.”