Remember that crazy party last Saturday? No one is taking responsibility for it. So I got stuck cleaning. I am almost done. I swept up all the flies my bf killed for me. I even ran into my roommate-the one that lives with me. He ran in, said sorry and that it was someone else’s fault and then said good luck and then left. Thanks for the help buddy. Apparently someone took a huge shit and clogged up our toilet and he fixed it. Yeah I don’t use that bathroom anymore. Also he complained that someone tried having sex in his room and it pissed him off. Well guess that’s who kept trying to get into my room. My door was locked and they kept trying to get in.
I’m done. This August, I am GONE.