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The radiator in my room is about to explode. It isn't on, but the pipe is scalding hot (Justin can attest for this), and I, being the bright young gal that I am, decided to touch it, and nearly burnt my fingers off. This entire ordeal wouldn't really bother me too much exceptin' my bed is right next to the radiator that is so old, we (being my rommates, myself, and every other resident of our building) assumed it was turned off, so as not to be used, as it could quite possibly serve as a fire hazard. My bed is pulled out, as well as all of my belongings which were under my bed (all housed in highly flammable plastic containers, mind you). But the floor around the pipe is warm, and the pipe seems to be getting hotter, although I'm not actually testing this by touch, as I do enjoy all of my skin layers, thank you very much. I'm a bit afraid that I may roll over tonight off of my bed and fall right on this pipe of doom. So if reports of a female resident of the USD dorms being found screaming amidst high flames as she burns to death are heard, then that's most likely me.
Don't worry, I'm writing a will as we speak. Chances are, you're in it somewhere.
Don't worry, I'm writing a will as we speak. Chances are, you're in it somewhere.