You realize that "I didnt you were a female" literally doesn't make sense as a sentence right? Learn English. In addition to that, they were left in my fridge by a guest and I wasn't going to let them go to waste. They're the Clubtails canned versions. You should know, as you're the one that left them in there. I didn't want to call you out for leaving them in my fridge, but your behavior is forcing me to respond this way.
Let me be very clear, because this apparently hasn’t sunk in yet. You do not pay rent here. You don’t contribute to utilities, groceries, or upkeep, and yet you keep acting like this place is a shared living space. It is not. This is my home, and I’m done pretending otherwise. On top of that, stop leaving your mixed drinks in my fridge. If you leave alcohol in my fridge, I’m going to drink it. Period. I’m not labeling it, guarding it, or pretending it’s sacred. If it’s sitting in my fridge, it’s fair game. I’m not apologizing for that. The solution is simple: don’t leave your stuff here. What really kills me is the entitlement. You come in, leave your things, take up space, and act comfortable without earning that comfort. That’s not how reality works. Access to someone’s home is a privilege, not a default setting, and you’ve burned through that privilege.
So let’s end this cleanly: you are no longer welcome in my home. Don’t come by, don’t store things here, don’t leave drinks here, don’t treat this place like a crash pad. This isn’t a debate and it’s not up for negotiation. I’m setting a boundary, and I expect it to be respected. I shouldn’t have had to spell this out, but here we are. This situation is done. Just because you don't have other people to play D2 with doesn't mean I'll continue feeling sorry for you and allow you to come by my place.
My bad. "I did not know that you have a vagina."