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I know Jenny doesn't like me to do this, and sometimes I even feel badly after it, but right now I must complain to you all, otherwise all my built up rage and frustration may end in the destruction of an innocent glass object, or something else that can easily be broken.
So, after two very long days of work, I came home (I was staying the night at my friend's house in Kirkland. That's three bus rides and an hour and half away from Seattle.) when I saw Jenny cleaning something in her bathroom. We talked, which was nice, because, sadly, over the past month we've hardly exchanged more than twenty minutes worth of words. After our little conversation, which, when I think about it, wasn't very much of one, I wandered into my room where I was met with a very sickening stench. The stench of trash. There was a trash bag in my room. When I asked Jenny about it, she said that it was to remind me to take it out. I claimed to have been busy, which I was, but to her it wasn't enough, because, "It only takes a minute to take out the trash." True. Maybe I have been neglecting my duty as Trash Removal Boy, but only this once since we last had the talk of the horriblenss of the usual mountain of trash, which was ages ago! This was no mountain, and surly not enough to "remind" me to take it out. Putting it in my room! Isn't that mean!? I mean, seriously, my room smells awful now! Jenny thinks it's not mean, but it sooo is! And it was Dane who did, the one who's supposed to be nice! You just aren't supposed to do mean things!
I figure I'll give Dane the silent treatment now. Not that he'll notice. And I don't especially think this is mean, the complaining, like Jenny thinks, 'cause Dane is just my roommate, not even my friend, Jenny doesn't give him time enough to try, so since that's all we are, it'll be okay.
So, after two very long days of work, I came home (I was staying the night at my friend's house in Kirkland. That's three bus rides and an hour and half away from Seattle.) when I saw Jenny cleaning something in her bathroom. We talked, which was nice, because, sadly, over the past month we've hardly exchanged more than twenty minutes worth of words. After our little conversation, which, when I think about it, wasn't very much of one, I wandered into my room where I was met with a very sickening stench. The stench of trash. There was a trash bag in my room. When I asked Jenny about it, she said that it was to remind me to take it out. I claimed to have been busy, which I was, but to her it wasn't enough, because, "It only takes a minute to take out the trash." True. Maybe I have been neglecting my duty as Trash Removal Boy, but only this once since we last had the talk of the horriblenss of the usual mountain of trash, which was ages ago! This was no mountain, and surly not enough to "remind" me to take it out. Putting it in my room! Isn't that mean!? I mean, seriously, my room smells awful now! Jenny thinks it's not mean, but it sooo is! And it was Dane who did, the one who's supposed to be nice! You just aren't supposed to do mean things!
I figure I'll give Dane the silent treatment now. Not that he'll notice. And I don't especially think this is mean, the complaining, like Jenny thinks, 'cause Dane is just my roommate, not even my friend, Jenny doesn't give him time enough to try, so since that's all we are, it'll be okay.