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Summer has started and here I am, laying around in my dorm.
I started full-time work on Monday, and it was uneventful. Then I came back to my empty townhouse! It's very weird. That night Libby and I got our drink on and watched Dexter and I definitely woke up an hour late for work.
I hopped in the shower and when I walked out of the bathroom wrapped up in a towel, I heard someone inside my townhouse... Yeah, it was one of my new roommates trying to open Caitlin's door. I almost had a heart attack, haha. But oh well. I awkwardly apologized for being naked and then showed her the trick to unlocking that door.
Tonight I got the Chik-fil-A Berry deal with Heather and I was driven back to the townhouse, where all I did was clean.
Caitlin, I assume you will read this, so I am going to say that it really makes me a little sad inside that none of the three of you cleaned up that bathroom. Bleh. Because I definitely cleaned it today, and I had to hanger the fucking sink because the stopper looked like a small swamp-dwelling creature.
I also scrubbed down the entire kitchen, including the inside of the fridge. Now my house smells like that stuff you bottle animals for dysecting in. For some reason, nasty bathroom plus obscene amounts of clorox smells like dead pickled animal. Not pleasant.
Even though I now have a suitemate, I still feel like no one is here. I've really only seen her when she first came in and when I told her she had to use my bathroom until I cleaned the other one. So now here I am, typing on this instead of hanging out with someone or some such thing. I don't know what I will do when Heather and Libby peace the fuck outta here. I shall be lonely.
Caitlin, I wouldn't guilt trip you into hanging out with me. I'm too awesome for you to not want to hang out with me. Just saying. Seriously though, if I wasn't a slave to this school, I would keep you company. You should just come back. Kick Brittany out of your room, and live here again. Duh.
I started full-time work on Monday, and it was uneventful. Then I came back to my empty townhouse! It's very weird. That night Libby and I got our drink on and watched Dexter and I definitely woke up an hour late for work.
I hopped in the shower and when I walked out of the bathroom wrapped up in a towel, I heard someone inside my townhouse... Yeah, it was one of my new roommates trying to open Caitlin's door. I almost had a heart attack, haha. But oh well. I awkwardly apologized for being naked and then showed her the trick to unlocking that door.
Tonight I got the Chik-fil-A Berry deal with Heather and I was driven back to the townhouse, where all I did was clean.
Caitlin, I assume you will read this, so I am going to say that it really makes me a little sad inside that none of the three of you cleaned up that bathroom. Bleh. Because I definitely cleaned it today, and I had to hanger the fucking sink because the stopper looked like a small swamp-dwelling creature.
I also scrubbed down the entire kitchen, including the inside of the fridge. Now my house smells like that stuff you bottle animals for dysecting in. For some reason, nasty bathroom plus obscene amounts of clorox smells like dead pickled animal. Not pleasant.
Even though I now have a suitemate, I still feel like no one is here. I've really only seen her when she first came in and when I told her she had to use my bathroom until I cleaned the other one. So now here I am, typing on this instead of hanging out with someone or some such thing. I don't know what I will do when Heather and Libby peace the fuck outta here. I shall be lonely.
Caitlin, I wouldn't guilt trip you into hanging out with me. I'm too awesome for you to not want to hang out with me. Just saying. Seriously though, if I wasn't a slave to this school, I would keep you company. You should just come back. Kick Brittany out of your room, and live here again. Duh.