Sometimes I just am exhausted talking to my roommate.
Here is the conversation we just had:
Me: I wonder if Chris Brown will get booed at tonight on the Grammys.
Roommate: Why?
Me: well, he beat the shit out of Rhianna and that’s not really easily forgivable.Roommate: Yeah but she didn’t care.
Me: …… that doesn’t excuse domestic abuse.
Roommate: Yeah but she didn’t even do anything. If anything i’d be mad at her.
Me:……….. *blank stares* really going to blame her on this one? is this a conversation we’re really having rn?
I just can’t.
Jesus FUCK.