So, I hear my host mom and my roommate talking about me. I get up to put water int he fridge, because let's face it: I'm nosey. They stop me and completely freaking railroad me! My madre has THE NERVE to tell me that I need to try to talk to them more. Hold up. Let's do a little background.
My entire first week here I tried to talk to those ungrateful hoes and they WOULD NOT TALK TO ME FOR SHIT. They spoke too fast and it was hard for me to understand them. When I tried to speak to them they would give up because I couldn't respond as quickly as my roommate.
THEREFORE, if that hoe wanted me to talk to them she would have made the effort when I made the effort. And the nerve of that bitch who shares a room with me. How dare she tell them what I said to my friend on the phone in fucking private. I told my friend that I didn't like talking with the family because I didn't feel comfortable. I didn't feel comfortable because they never even made an effort to speak with me. I also told them how I missed the food back home. Food here isn't the same. It's cooked differently here. Different spices. Different versions of the food. Not the same by a long shot. I really just want a good philly cheesesteak. Anyways, these hoes bombarded me in the kitchen and would not let me leave for an hour. Mind you, it's 1am. I wanted to curse them both out. I was seriously so pissed that I almost cried. Like, how dare you tell me that I need to talk more. It's a two way street bitch. Get your shit together. I will not be speaking to either of these hoes for the next few hours while I calm down. Did I say hours? I meant day. They can suck it. I'm going to go to sleep now. I have things to do tomorrow.
Later,
-K
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