For the record:
I am here.
My roommate is not here.
My roommate’s boyfriend is here.
My roommate’s boyfriend’s friend is here.
My roommate’s boyfriend’s dealer was here.
They probably think I’m an antisocial bitch because I walked in, saw them, audibly sighed and sequestered myself in my bedroom.
My roommate said they’d be here one afternoon. Because they’re annoyed with their roommate. A little ironic methinks?