piggy-roommie

it's a long story, but recently i got a roommate who is 22, sweaty/smelly, moved from his parents' house, doesn't own a car, doesn't have a job, leaves in his wake a weird trail of debris/grime, lives on hot dogs and chicken legs (he cut out red meat) and spends every day--all day--watching tv, belting out christian rock tunes and sitting in front of his computer, chanting OH YEAH! OH YEAH! to preachers on youtube (at first i thought he was masturbating). in the beginning i thought, 'oh, piggy's just young and needs direction' (btw, piggy wants to be a life coach), but now all i can think is, 'please don't do dat.'