Just last week I found an entire egg crate pad for a bed shoved into a washer machine. The lid wouldn't shut at all, and the pad was streaked with blue as though someone had poured soap all over it. Why can nobody do anything without being so helpless? I can see it right in my own bathroom, when I walk in to see these things:
What is this? When you finish the roll, you replace it. Common courtesy.
Okay, I can see you've gotten a new roll, but that isn't replacing it. Seriously, you've already gotten it from the pack, you might as well put it on the holder.
Closer, but I think you may have missed something there.
Well, I should probably be getting to bed soon, big interview tomorrow. Wish me luck, here's to hoping I get the one opening in the honors college, but if not, I suppose I could CA for the regular kids.
Oh, and I forgot to talk about my little fetish animals from the Christmas trip. Aren't they the coolest things ever? They get to sit up on that shelf and watch me as I try to convince myself it's time to get off the internet and start doing homework. I can feel them judging me.
They stare into my soul, and can see how unproductive I am.
No comments:
Post a Comment