Roommate

God, AJ pisses me off. Why is it, when he has a bad day at work, does he have to take it out on me? I happened to mention that he would have to move his bed to the side to get the air conditioner fixed, and he threw a hissy fit. Just the mere thought of moving his stuff a foot was enough to send him over the edge. He threatened moving out in September when Stan’s lease is up, and I for one, cannot wait. I may not be able to afford living here on my own, but a random stranger off Craigslist has got to be better than the slob I have for a brother.