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Here at university, I have a single room in a dorm style that has two bathrooms per floor, and a single roommate. Living on the end of the floor where the last two rooms on each side are bigger is nice--we get 50+ more square feet to our room. However, living with my roommate is not fun. The guy has absolutely no fucking respect for our personal space, and his crap literally fills up 80% of our room. If we were in a normal sized room, there would be nowhere to walk. As it is, I have my computer in one corner, with five feet on each side of it as my "space" that is inhabited by the things I own. That and my closet are the only parts of the room that have any of my clothes/books/shoes/DVDs and other non-toiletry items.

I'm sick and tired of walking through the fucking door and tripping over his dirty clothes, his fucking shoes, empty food containers, trash, and so on. This wasn't such a big deal when I was drinking every day last semester and just came home to pass out. However, now that I actually spend time in the room, I abhor it. I've been the only one to clean our room since we've back in January, and the longest it's stayed free of his shit was 22 hours--and yes, I counted. Now, I'm not saying that I'm anywhere near the cleanest person on this earth, I just keep my mess contained to my closet and occasionally my corner--it never spreads more than two feet from my desk, and it never covers any pieces of furniture, the table or the walking area.

On top of all of that, one night I had a young lady over that I'm pursuing and we were eating dinner. He came home, and proceeded to drop his crap in the middle of the floor, throw trash down physically right in front of her, and then proceeded to impinge on the time I had to spend with her (told him she would be there a couple days in advance and hoped he'd respect the fact that she was there by staying away--as I do for him any time he has a girl over). Everyone I hang out with in the dorm knows I'm sick of this shit, but they all tell me "Man, be nice. He's 5'7 365lbs, he's not used to having girls over all the time." So because he's a morbidly obese virgin chemistry nerd with no social skills he's physical un-fucking-capable of picking up his shit and cleaning up after himself? That gives him the wherewithal to blatantly disrespect the company I have over? Since when does anyone's weight excuse them from acting like a decent human being and showing some simple courtesy to the person that they live with?

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