Uh...I just...I...uh...
So I come home from an exceptionally irritating day of work and my roommates bang on the door because apparently some of them ran off to get drunk at someone's apartment. I didn't think Shonda was drunk because she explained the whole thing to me, but she doesn't really have to be drunk to have what happened next to happen.
She went into the bathroom and puked all over the bathroom floor and finally found the trash can, completely missing the toilet. After a while she just laid in bed and started gagging and spitting into a plastic bag by her bed which is a foot next to mine. I didn't realize she puked on the bathroom floor until I stepped in it.
It was then that I had a mental battle with myself whether or not I should sleep on the couch because I didn't want to deal with the smell, the gagging and puking noises, or the disgust and anger that was rising in me.
Today can bite me.
She went into the bathroom and puked all over the bathroom floor and finally found the trash can, completely missing the toilet. After a while she just laid in bed and started gagging and spitting into a plastic bag by her bed which is a foot next to mine. I didn't realize she puked on the bathroom floor until I stepped in it.
It was then that I had a mental battle with myself whether or not I should sleep on the couch because I didn't want to deal with the smell, the gagging and puking noises, or the disgust and anger that was rising in me.
Today can bite me.