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Wow, I haven't posted here in a real long time...
I just came back from checking the router (wasn't busted, just the internet going in and out because of the weather). Actually I partly went to check it because I knew someone was in my bathroom, so I waited until I heard the pipes going. I can't hear the flush from my room, but I hear the pipes.
He was actually cute, in a bobble-head/Ron Weasley sort of way. And I swear I was not bitchy when I said, "Okay, you're not even supposed to be using my bathroom, please tell me you at least didn't leave the seat up."
"I did."
It's really not that subtle that it's a girl's bathroom. There's Herbal Essences and shaving cream in the shower, felted slippers drying on the rail, and tampons and lip gloss on the shelf.
"Go fix it."
Which he did, and points for that. People gave me funny looks, but it's like, really? You're in my house getting high and playing bad music too loudly at 1:30. So what if I'm in my pajamas? It's 1:30!
"Deb!" I have decided it's ok that Nick calls me this. He can be annoying--too loud, mostly--but he's a good guy. "What, what happened? What's wrong?" I'm surprised he asked, but it was really nice of him. I like him well enough, but, though we're housemates, we don't know each other all that well. So it was nice of him to ask.
"What do you mean?" Like I said, surprised he asked.
"You're never up this late!"
"I am, I'm always up this late." Which is true. This late and later.
Ernst: "More like you're not usually up this late!"
They're pretty cool guys, for all they throw loud parties without giving me a heads-up about it. Plus they were all chatting, them and their friends, about going to Taco Bell. A group of high people with munchies talking about Taco Bell, it's pretty hilarious.
I just came back from checking the router (wasn't busted, just the internet going in and out because of the weather). Actually I partly went to check it because I knew someone was in my bathroom, so I waited until I heard the pipes going. I can't hear the flush from my room, but I hear the pipes.
He was actually cute, in a bobble-head/Ron Weasley sort of way. And I swear I was not bitchy when I said, "Okay, you're not even supposed to be using my bathroom, please tell me you at least didn't leave the seat up."
"I did."
It's really not that subtle that it's a girl's bathroom. There's Herbal Essences and shaving cream in the shower, felted slippers drying on the rail, and tampons and lip gloss on the shelf.
"Go fix it."
Which he did, and points for that. People gave me funny looks, but it's like, really? You're in my house getting high and playing bad music too loudly at 1:30. So what if I'm in my pajamas? It's 1:30!
"Deb!" I have decided it's ok that Nick calls me this. He can be annoying--too loud, mostly--but he's a good guy. "What, what happened? What's wrong?" I'm surprised he asked, but it was really nice of him. I like him well enough, but, though we're housemates, we don't know each other all that well. So it was nice of him to ask.
"What do you mean?" Like I said, surprised he asked.
"You're never up this late!"
"I am, I'm always up this late." Which is true. This late and later.
Ernst: "More like you're not usually up this late!"
They're pretty cool guys, for all they throw loud parties without giving me a heads-up about it. Plus they were all chatting, them and their friends, about going to Taco Bell. A group of high people with munchies talking about Taco Bell, it's pretty hilarious.