Life needs change.

 

CONSPIRACY THEORY #20050207

i wish i could just hide the toilet paper in my room so that other people will realize that they need to go downstairs to get it rather than using up all the toilet paper in one washroom and then thinking, ‘that’s ok, there’s still the other washroom.’ well DUH, people use the shower too. hey, umm… is this narsty or what? if you don’t cook your food and put it on the counter or say on the stove… why do people use the sponge to wash dishes to wipe off the counter or stovetop? i DID buy kitchen spray so you don’t need to use the dishsoap and there ARE washcloths. jeez and if they complain that they’re dirty, then you wash ‘em too. ugh! 

 

my kuhnee hurts! i cracked it against the stupid kitchen table last night and i guess it did more internal damage than i thought. i had to do squats today. it wasn’t fun. and then i tried to go for a run, and i went in the wrong direction first. i shoulda gone the other way so that i’d be going with the wind on my way back not against! duh! needless to say, it wasn’t a fun day at the gym. ew ew ew, and there’s this NASTY guy that works out at the gym and he keeps looking at me! and he used to have long-ish hair that was so knotted and gross that it was like one giant dread, anyhow he cut it… not like it’ll do him any good, but at least the equipment won’t get so dirty. he’s the kind of idiot that pulls heavy weights, but doesn’t really know what he’s doing and is liable to get injured. he’s got a rug on his back. i swear it’s like austin powers’ chest hair. but he keeps wearing these narsty tank tops. why o why? i’m SO glad i go earlier now so that i’m usually leaving when he’s coming in.

 

 i’ve realized why i’ve been so good with my readings. it’s cuz of this stupid unassessed essay. if i’m not getting a grade on it, why bother? but my prof thinks it’ll behove us. maybe i’ll write another anti-european essay. hahahaha.

 

so, the new guy left his dirty dishes. i don’t care if you leave YOUR PLATES and stuff, but it’s EVERYBODY’S cutlery. fucker! and you say you like things clean, my ass. whatever. he has his gf bring him all this stuff… like we’re talking a 1.5 kg brick of cheese. but we’re running out of room in the fridge because of all his jumbo cheeses and stuff. AND he has caviar. this boy can eat a lot of the same thing. like 5 bananas. or a whole stick-in-the-oven lasagna type thing.

 

i think i’m going to move my desk again. hahahahaha. oh, maybe i should wait until it gets warmer since it’s going to be right beside the window.

 

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