Ok, so this one really has nothing to do with bathroomie behavior. However, it does have to do with roomie behavior, so I do ask that you be so kind as to indulge me in this one.
Late last night, or early this morning (however you want to call it), at approximately 2:42AM I woke up to the sound of three blood curdling screams in my apartment.
With adrenaline pumping out of my ears I quickly reached for the light by my bed. I turned it on not knowing what I would encounter. Robbers? Perhaps an ex-lover returning for his one night of revenge? A current lover who likes it rough? I had no idea.
Instead what I found was my roommate on her floor, sitting straight up bundled in blankets.
Still shaken from the abrupt sounds that awoke me, I ask if my roommate was ok. She just kind of sigh and said, "Oh man I'm trippin' out." And with that climbed back into her bed.
Shocked (as it seems I always am when it comes to my roommate) I said, "*Roomie, are you ok? What happened."
No response.
"*Roomie?"
Silence.
Me yelling, "ROOMIE WHAT THE FUCK! ARE YOU OK?!"
mumbles, "I just got a lot on my mind." And with that she was back to sleep.
Now with my heart still pumping out of my chest I did not fall back asleep so easily. I think I finally passed out again around 4:00am.
Terrifying.
Do you think she found out about the blog?
Am I in danger?
I'm scared.
*I have decided to not use my roommate's real name in this blog, so whenever I am quoting myself saying her name I will replace it with "*Roomie." I am doing this for my own safety.
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