This is a continuation of yesterday's story about "Jack," my housemate who pisses me off.

So last night I stepped out of my room for a few minutes to go to the bathroom, and when I came back in and got on my laptop, PornHub was up on my browser. My initial reaction was just shock, and I was completely freaked out. PORN. ON MY COMPUTER. WTF??? Is my computer haunted by the ghost of a horny teenage boy?! I need an exorcist in my house, NOW!

And then I remembered that a day or so earlier, I had been talking to "Jack" and had mentioned that I don't want to see/like to watch porn. I'm not morally offended by the existence of porn (supposedly feminist porn exists? I've never gone looking for it but I've heard about it), or the fact that Jack watches it. I just don't really like it, personally. We all have different tastes, whatever. But the fact that, right after I say I don't like it, Jack would get on my laptop (potentially seeing the GT bit I just wrote about him on my screen, but I don't think he did) and load some porn just bothers me immensely. Like, Jesus fucking Christ. UGGHHHH. He doesn't really know all the details about my sexual assault and my resulting weird hangups, but he still knew I wouldn't like it. And he must have realized that I, out of all his friends, am the most likely to be bothered by this.

He'd left the house to go somewhere right after doing it, so I texted him and asked if he'd done it. He made some joke about how cats will give you a dead mouse because they think you can't hunt for yourself, and he did this because maybe I just didn't know where to find good porn. AS IF I HADN'T HEARD OF PORNHUB, A SUPER FAMOUS SITE. No, he did it because he knew it would bother me.

So I just snapped. It's been too much shit from him lately. I texted back, "grow the fuck up, learn some boundaries, and while you're at it stop joking about hitting women."

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His response, much later, indicated that he'd intended it in the spirit of a "prank war."

KILL ME, GT. JUST KILL ME.