:: Bigjoe's World (Not Elmo's) ::

:: Tuesday, April 18, 2006 ::

I knew there was something wrong with my roommate's dick. I knew it. I can see the confused look on your faces right about now, and i love it. LOL. I talked about how my roommate used to be always scratching his bird all the time a while back and how scary it is to sit anywhere near the man and have to witness it happenning ever so often. So low and behold we walking home from the school on saturday night,cause we just came from our track meet in NJ, and he told me that he had a yeast infection. I was immediately confused cause i never heard of men with yeast infections before, it's always women i've heard with that kinda thing. So he was telling me how he went to the clinic and even the doctor gave him the confused look and when he gave him a pill to take, he told him it was for women and not men.LOL. Hope his ass don't get any exra estrogen and turn he into a well breasted skinny boy. LOL. I'm so horrible it's not even funny. But for real though, I wonder how long he had it cause that bitch always scratching he dick. If I were to scratch myself so I KNOOOOWWWW that down there would look like a bombed out war zone cause all I'd be doing is damaging poor G.I.Joe (yuh know...my soldier! :),LOL) ahem! Anyways I've been trying to see since then if he's been scratching and digging but he hasn't been home when I've been home and vis a versa. That shit totally freaks me out. blah

My other roommate, Zak still thinks he's at home or living with his girl friend apparently. Man is 23 fucking years old and don't do shit in the apartment and lazy as ass. I reach to the point sometimes where I feel like shoting at him as if he were a lil boy. I'm the same god damn age and behave like a completely different person. He behaves worse than how I was when I was 16/17. The man will eat breakfast and leave everything in the sink, use anything in the kitchen and just leave it in the sink and don't wash nothing. When I tell you he doesn't wash anything, I mean anything yuh know. I sit in the kitchen and watch the half black mother...... just dump everything into the sink and then hobble off with his funny walk. I HATE the thing, I just feel like holding his head in the sink and asking him who all the fucking wares belong to that there. Stupse. Thing is I won't, WON'T touch those dishes to save my life yuh know, I wash whatever I use or sometimes wash other ppls' stuff but no way on God's green earth to I wash his dirty shit. This morning now I see the man bring the cereal bowl, wash it out with water and I aint see the bowl get scrub yet. He needs a hard fucking slap round that bald head of his. If you want a mental pic just scroll down or look into the archives forthis year cause u can't miss the bald head, no good, lazy ass, weed smoking, duncy cunt. I starting to feel like Cinderella in this frigging place. I seeing shit that needs to be done like sweeping, mopping and scrubbing and nobody doing it. It totally annoying me now and when I say something it's "aight." I don't want to hear no frigging aight, I want action. I going to soon by a whip and start being a fucking massa cause I can't understand atall.

:: Bigjoe @ 5:49 AM :: | ::
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