They're in jail

Well, well. So, I came home yesterday and found I had the place to myself but didn't get all excited because my roommates ALWAYS come home at some point. They didn't come home.
And today , same thing. So... I come home from work, shower, go to my meeting, right? good meeting, and I come home and put on blip.fm (I'm cowpunkz if anyone wants to follow me there) and I'm jamming out! I am listening to (and singing to) Boomtown Rats (Banana Republic) and I try out my new computer speakers, thumpa-thumpa! So I decide to listen to the song with my HP ear buds, to compare the music quality on headphones versus amplified speakers, for whatever reason, and I'm boogieing to the Rats when I hear my hippie roommate behind me (IN MY ROOM!) saying my name loudly... something important, I assume, so I take off my ear buds.
She's holding a pack of smokes! She asks me if I want them. Her partner, Drew Carey, left them, she says, and she's hoping she won't need them.
I'm puzzled... until I realize that Drew and mouse MUSt be in JAIL!
they're in JAIL! And Drew wants me to have her cigarettes! You interrupt my jamming out punk rock time for that? HEY, STONER! GUESS WHAT! I HAVEN'T SMOKED FOR ...OH, I DUNNO, TWO MONTHS!
I told her as much. She was quite surprised to hear it. I guess the other two jailbirds have been smoking so much before their jail time that they made it seem like three of us were smoking.
I told her I'd take the cigs to work, as someone was always needing them there. And she went on to say something about how she hopes Drew and mouse will quit while in jail... etc.
I was sort of livid that she interrupted me having some fun for once to tell me about cigarettes.
Mainly, I could NOT believe that no one told me that two of my roommates were gone. I knew they were going to jail but I assumed someone would tell me when it happened, that they were leaving, give me a chance to say goodbye... let me know that the house would not be occupied during the day so that I don't lock the cat inside the house so he pees all over my carpet, as he will do.
Look, I KNOW it's traumatic going to jail and all, but don't you think you'd TELL your goddamned roommate goodbye first?
Fer fuck sake.
that TEARS it.
I'm so outta here. March 1. AND Hallelujah, a great deal of that month will be Drew and Mouse free. I'm sorry, folks, if I seem harsh, or cold, but jesus! You don't even tell me you're leaving, give me a chance to say adios, or give you some tips, or I might have liked to get the address, offer to send stuff... I'm so not a part of this household it makes me feel so very left out and I don't need to feel lonely in the place I live.
I'm livid.
Good, go to jail, stay there, I won't be here when you come back. Thank GAWD.
/rant