Boyfriend's Fat Roommate Update #1 So my boyfriend has only spent the night at his apartment 2/4 nights since the beast got here. He spent two nights with me and then braced himself to come back to his apartment. While he was gone, the fat has managed to fill up an entire empty trash can by himself full of rotting food that wreaks but refuses to take it out. Then he somehow used an entire brand new roll of paper towels and didn’t replace it! But it doesn’t end there! I had made a batch of cookies for my boyfriend to take to his work for a work party. They were decorated with custom icing drawings and I had made exactly one for each of his coworkers, plus three extra for my boyfriend and I to snack on. If you count them all, including extra, I had fifteen cookies. I put them all in a container, carefully spaced out so the icing wouldn’t get messed up. My boyfriend and I each ate one yesterday night after I made them. So there were thirteen cookies left. We ended up leaving the extra just in case and spent the night at his apartment so he could leave earlier in the morning. Well he left the container on the kitchen counter. We figured no one would touch them considering it had his name on it, along with a note saying “For work party, do not touch!” Well, we assumed wrong. This morning we woke up to the sound of someone rummaging in the kitchen, but thought nothing of it and went back to sleep. When we woke up a second time to our alarm, my boyfriend went in the kitchen and noticed the cookie container had been moved. He took off the lid and two cookies were missing!!! It wouldn’t have been the end of the world if this fattie ate one, because there was an extra, but he ate two fucking cookies and now someone at his work won’t get one! And I made them with funny little drawings in icing for each person. And he didn’t even eat the extra one, he ate two with the cute drawings! So basically two people aren’t getting their cookies I worked really hard on because this fucker felt the need to eat not one, but two, cookies that didn’t belong to him at five in the fucking morning! And the worst part is we have no proof so we can’t take it to the front office and be like this ham stole from my boyfriend. BUT THEN IT GETS WORSE!!! My boyfriend and I went to take a shower and immediately I knew something was off. My boyfriend and I clean our towels regularly and always keep them folded on the towel rack. (There are two towel racks. One for the hammate and one for my boyfriend. My boyfriend has two towels on his rack and one is mine for when I stay over.) Because we always fold our towels, I knew that mine had been used because it was not folded and was bunched up over the rack.  THIS BITCH USED MY TOWEL!!!!! My boyfriend felt it and it was wet (beast had taken a shower that morning) and it smelled like the body wash that he keeps in the shower. This piece of lard used my fucking towel! He didn’t even know it was mine, he thought it was my boyfriend’s, but still what the fuck? I wanted to vomit. It was so gross. I don’t even know what to say. I think I might have to burn it. His towel was also used, so my only guess is that one towel wasn’t enough to dry off his enormous body. All of this has been in the course of four days. I still haven’t met him face to face but I’m dreading it. The only good thing about this is that it’s just more encouragement for my boyfriend and I to workout. He’s gone to the gym for an extra hour each day since this thing moved in just to get away from him.