So I'm home for the weekend as of like 8:00 hours ago, and at 12:30 my roommate (and sadly one of my best friends) calls me. He tells me he has the funniest story, so I am all keen to hear it. He is like oh we had some people over and starts naming off them to me, including some guys he just met and didn't even really know there name. That's all fine and dandy until he tells me the "funny part." So he is like, yeah we were having a decent time and tells me that they went into the hall only to find another buddy of ours who doesn't live with us sneaking out of my room. (as in they hooked up)
So I am like well how in the hell did they get into my room? And he is like, well we unlocked it. (one of my best girlfriends room keys at res opens my door for some reason) I asked him why he needed in my room, and he never gave me a reason.
So, I just start laying into him that if they ever open up my door ever again when I am not around they better have a ****ing damn good reason why. There is no way I am alright with people being in my personal bedroom when I am not around, especially when there are complete strangers in our apartment and people hooking up in my ****ing bed. I have valuable **** in there like xbox games, ipods and thousands worth of clothes in there. The worst part is, is he gets mad at me for getting mad at them for opening MY ****ING ROOM!
I texted my girl who happens to be a friend and told her to lock my ****ing door right now, or I would have my lock changed asap and proceeded to be pissed at her. I also told all 3 people (roommate, girl who opened door, and buddy who got off in my bed) that I expect my bed sheets to be washed by the time I got back Sunday or else I was going to tear a strip off them all.
I ****ing hate people getting in my ****, and I honestly think I have a very valid reason to be pissed right now.
/mother ****ing rant.