Burlesque Blonde, and other alliteration

If I am paying four hundred bucks a month to rent out a room in this house, then I should at least receive the courtesy of being treated like an adult. We previously discussed a rule about her not being comfortable with me having guys sleep over, but I didn’t think that would extend to a guy not even being allowed to sleep downstairs on the couch when he’s coming to visit me from out of town when the alternative is sleeping in his car. When I tried to reason with her, she got snippy, like I was 15, her kid, and arguing about something stupid.

Fuck this. At least living on campus I could sneak a guy in if I needed to. This is like living with my parents, except they aren’t this unreasonable. Almost all my friends are dudes. Why doesn’t anyone want me to have friends?

Fortunately, Savannah saved the day.