Originally posted by greenplastic
should have just let her die so she doesn't annoy you any more
She's a nice old lady, and most the time she doesn't annoy me (unless it's nagging about hitting my hash oil when I'm low, explained I need to save it for when I'm bad off, and I've hit it with her everyday prior for a week, sometimes more than once a day, and she still keeps asking- telling her "it's $50 a cartridge, you got money to pitch in for another one? If not, sorry, I can't." shut her right up though). I don't want her to die, just don't want her to do dumbass shit like this that affects ME directly.
tomorrow when the director is in and the social workers, we both are going to be questioned about what happened. As far as I'm concerned, I know NOTHING. She seemed a little sleepy earlier, but until the GNA who found her all nodded out fucked, I didn't notice anything either. I even called out her name after the GNA did,and she didn't respond. She didn't respond until the GNA touched her shoulder and shook her, and then she said she was find, but was clearly out of it, answering shit all fucky. When they took her out to monitor her at the desk it wasnt 5 minutes later before they were calling every nurse to our floor since she went out drooling on herself and turning blue. Other than that, I know absolutely, positively NOTHING.
If it wasn't for this, she's the best roommate you could ask for. I even enjoy her company for the most part. It's probably my fault to some degree... she owed our "neighbor" next door we share our bathroom with some money, so she didn't wanna get shit from her since she just got her money her huband sent her, but our neighbor would "dole" it out to her sorta and do it with her... kinda kept her on a short leash like a kid, but hey... she fucking needs to be treated that way. I told her about the guy I'd got my shit from and she got some, kept saying since I'd been so nice and shared so much shit and smokes with her when she had nothing she'd share with me... man, she handed me pieces of paper with fucking shit stuck to the paper from when she did shit, next to nothing. Maybe for her that was a dose, but fuck, it was nothing for me. I don't really even care but she's the one who went on and on the night before about "splitting" the shit with me.
Originally posted by mmQ
Acquire for me her father's internet mailing address and I'll make all your problems go away.
ALL my problems, you say? I'm on it, but I think her dad is dead, and never had an email address.
