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Dishes on my floor 
23rd-Jun-2004 05:34 pm
So I come back from classes and I see a small tower of dishes on the floor of my bedroom. Here's a hint: I didn't need that shit after an 8-5 day of classes, including an exam and a visit to the SHC to deal with my niggling doubts. Here's another hint: I didn't put them there.

I have two suspects: one who almost certainly thought it cute to put what they thought were the dishes I dirtied (less than 50% of the dishes in said tower), or one who I thought was above such bullshit.

Excuse me while I take a nap so I can effectively use my extension on the homework assignment that was due today.

Fucking hell.
23rd-Jun-2004 03:17 pm (UTC)
I hope you get your homework done well. I'm really sorry for falling asleep on the phone; I can't even remember what we were talking about.
24th-Jun-2004 11:01 am (UTC)
When I was but a youngin still at the NYU dorms, I entered the shower one day, only to find a sizable clump of hair (from the shower drain I presume) strategically placed atop my shampoo bottles (as if it was my God-given duty to clean out the shower drain). So I took that clump and placed it on my roommate's bathrobe in reply to her message. I'm surprised that she and I never discussed the situation; we actually got along quite well afterwards. And let's not even get into the story of my roommates from junior year.

That story is actually pretty gross, now that I think about it. :-/ Hi!!
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