This weekend was a wierd one even by my standards. Friday night I hung out at work again to wait for Darci and I asked her out to the circus. It seemed like a good idea because it's all visual. She wouldn't have to know English to understand it and enjoy it. Most of the performers with either latin or romanian anyway. She said yes and that she would call me this morning but never did. I think she is nervous because I can tell she likes me but she is always so shy. Its starting to get very frustrating. 
In the mean time, the other girls I've been spending time with have been going crazy. Honest called me twice this weekend and Steph and Paige both called me at least once. Plus, Ashley called probably five times last night. I went to a concert with her and some people from work. 
I tried to hook her up with a lesbian since she is bi but instead of having a three some with 2 girls it ended up being another dude from work. He wanted to have a contest to see who was better but I couldn't even get it up. My friend Willow walked in when the three of us were on the bed and he just jumped right in. He started choking Ashley and she had a panic attack. That was some of the most fucked up sex I have ever witnessed and I am not one bit surprised I didn't want in on it.
I've been getting angrier lately. I think it is my new roomate Justin. I specifically told him to to bring people over as part of the conditions of him moving in. He's already late with rent money and utilities and its only been a month, he gets drunk and stoned all the time, already got fired from his job, and I said he could only bring a girl over and he hasn't yet. Only men. The only guys I've brought over since he's moved in are my brother and that guy from work.
I'm starting to wonder if he's gay. He bitches every time I bring a girl over. He's said he's gay before but it's always been with lots of people around and it always seemed like he wanted to be funny or get attention. Not that it matters because I don't care. I dated a transexual before so I'm cool with whatever of whoever anyone wants to do. It still doesn't give him an excuse to fuck up all my stuff.
For example, last night I left a sheet of paper with a bunch of girls numbers on it and when I got home, someone had cut it into a paper snowflake. I was building a bouquet of paper flowers and they were all twisted and torn with the words, "Mexicans suck" written on the stems. Those things take forever to make even one and racist comments piss me off sooo much. How this breed of half retarted, disrespectful, lazy, drunk, drug addicted, jobless, practically homeless group of white people EVER get the idea in thier heads that they are better than Mexicans?
There are beer cans everywhere, the remnants of three decks of cards are scattered all over the apartment, and the whole place smells like the chilli dogs they made this morning. There is chilli all over the kitchen and the dishes are all dirty. Every time I use a dish I clean it right afterwords so everything in the sink is either Justin's or one of his friends'. It pisses me off and every time I talk to him about it he tries to avoid me.
I was supposed to bring Steph over tonight and now I don't even want to. I have to do laundry anyway. Why is it so hard to find a cool, clean, reliable roomate with an exuberance for life that isn't induced by a substance? They always fuck up all my shit. It's perfectly valid that I get angry about all of this but they all seem to think I'm crazy. That sunnovabitch better do his dishes tonight because they are starting to stink.