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Margaret appears to be no longer talking to me. If she could do so quietly and discreetly, without her miserable face appearing wherever I go in the flat, this would be even more awesome. She's moving out in 3 weeks and I can't wait- I've really had enough of her. She's beyond rude, and extremely selfish. The dining room is still functioning as her office, whereas my desk apparently is just for blocking in with laundry. At least this means I have no guilt in doing violin practice in the living room.
I have also started learning to not be a doormat. I've never quite figured out the bit in between walkover and crazy rabid bitch, so I thought now might be a good time.
I'm the LGBT postgrad and mature rep starting now, and I'm very excited about the first social on Saturday.
I have also started learning to not be a doormat. I've never quite figured out the bit in between walkover and crazy rabid bitch, so I thought now might be a good time.
I'm the LGBT postgrad and mature rep starting now, and I'm very excited about the first social on Saturday.