Stop lecturing me, beotches.

so,

my new roommate was complaining about the heat. so, i gave him my fan. MY fan. and I went out and bought another one. i bend over for everybody.

anyways. then, he asks if i'm going to the gym, and then gives me a lecture on
how i have too much food in the fridge and how he lost all this weight
and yadda yadda yadda.

why is it that everyone lectures me every damn? if it's not weight,
it's work, if it's not work it's grad school. if it's not grad school it's something else. I'm sick of it.

i feel slightly better after working out, but i'm so nice to people.
why do they think they can lecture me?

just leave me alone.

"and go sell some medicine bitches!" - Dave Chappelle as "Black Bush".