Bobba the Hutt took 30 minutes in the shower this morning, leaving me with cold water and being late for class.

All of fucking Bob's clothes, including boxers, are spread out all over the living room, including over the couch and chair. This is because he decided to bring his laundry over from his dorm to the apartment, where we only have one working dryer for our entire building.

Our gas/electric bill for September was $183. Maybe that'll teach her to leave the lights and A/C on all the time. I'm sure as hell not going to loan her the money to pay it. I should charge fucking Bob for it too, cause he's enjoying the benefits of our A/C and our hot water.