So begins the story of the roommate from hell. She has a great personality, but the housekeeping skills of an infant. The kitchen is full of dishes and roaches. The living room floor covered in stains, Caribou coffee cups with some kind of fruit juice in them, dirty laundry, and shopping bags with rotten fruit. The AC is constantly broken due to something that my roommate is constantly doing, I'm sure, and I can't ever seem to find the magazines that I'm supposed to receive. This isn't even the worst of it. By the time I move out, I hope to have explained all the pains of living with the roommate who just pretty much stepped out of the dumpster because these are...
stories about my roommate...
Monday, June 21, 2010
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