Fuck this shit.
It's around three in the morning as I'm writing this. I got home about an hour ago from Newton to the unpleasant remnants of one of my roommates' 21st birthday party. In the sixty minutes or so that I've been here, I've had to do the following:
1) Protect girls from a creepy dude in a black tank top.
2) Clean up at least 3 active spills (as in spills occurring within a minute or so of my being near them).
3) Clean up at least 6 passive spills (as in spills that have occurred previously and have never been dealt with).
4) Find bedding materials for 3 girls, 2 guys.
5) Come to terms with the fact that creepy-black-tank-top-guy is going to be sleeping on my couch.
6) Clean up vomit from creepy-black-tank-top-guy, some of which got on the couch.
7) Find a trash can for creepy-black-tank-top-guy to continue throwing up in.
8) Wash the majority of creepy-black-tank-top-guy's clothes (including tank top) so the house does not smell like vomit.
Fuck this shit. Austin, the birthday boy, is passed-out up in his room. I don't know these people. I don't like the brief, drunken version of them that I've met. I want them to leave. I want them to leave now.
I should have stayed in Newton. And fuck: I just realized we're gonna probably need a new couch. Damn you, creepy-black-tank-top-guy.
-ZGS
1) Protect girls from a creepy dude in a black tank top.
2) Clean up at least 3 active spills (as in spills occurring within a minute or so of my being near them).
3) Clean up at least 6 passive spills (as in spills that have occurred previously and have never been dealt with).
4) Find bedding materials for 3 girls, 2 guys.
5) Come to terms with the fact that creepy-black-tank-top-guy is going to be sleeping on my couch.
6) Clean up vomit from creepy-black-tank-top-guy, some of which got on the couch.
7) Find a trash can for creepy-black-tank-top-guy to continue throwing up in.
8) Wash the majority of creepy-black-tank-top-guy's clothes (including tank top) so the house does not smell like vomit.
Fuck this shit. Austin, the birthday boy, is passed-out up in his room. I don't know these people. I don't like the brief, drunken version of them that I've met. I want them to leave. I want them to leave now.
I should have stayed in Newton. And fuck: I just realized we're gonna probably need a new couch. Damn you, creepy-black-tank-top-guy.
-ZGS