First off: 10 points to anyone that can finish the title quote.
Saturday night, I was laying in my bed reading my camera's user manual. (Yes, I read those...they teach you wicked cool things to do with your camera!!) It was a little after midnight and I should have been sleeping, but I wasn't quite yet. As I'm reading about my color add feature (or whatever it's called...you basically have a black and white photo, but it'll keep one color in the shot) when I heard some dishes falling in our sink upstairs. I turned the volume down on my TV, but didn't hear anything else...so I just figured that our dishes hadn't been stacked well.
The next morning, my roommate told me that our dishes had been stacked just fine (well, that seems more logical as we are careful about our dish stacking), but that our dish soap had fallen into the sink. Oh wait, that's right...her CRAZY ex boyfriend had decided to climb through our kitchen window to see her, and knocked it into the sink. I always forget that part...
Yeah, you read that right, CRAZY ex boyfriend climbed through our kitchen window. She chewed him out about it, and I guess this morning he called her and asked her if we were all still mad about it. Um, let me think about that ... YES! I'm still beyond livid. In what world does a person think that's okay? I mean, breaking into an apartment full of single girls? Yeah, totally kosher. I shouldn't be upset at all. Not only did he freak me out, but he woke another roommate up. His reason: roommate wasn't answering her phone/was ignoring him tapping on the window. Hello, get the hint, lame-o.
So weekend recap: Crazy ex boyfriend breaks into our house, scares us shitless, and he can't understand why.