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Monday, October 1, 2012

Roommates, Roommates, Roommates!

Last year was my first year of college.  First semester was pretty good.  I made a lot of new friends, had fantastic roommates and had fairly easy classes.

Then second semester came around and I got reassigned new roommates.  I did eventually come to like them almost as much as my previous ones, but there was still something missing.

But the semester ended, I went home and I honestly never thought I would be coming back to Podunk little Ephraim.  But here I am.

And this years even worse.

I can't handle the mess that seems to accumulate no matter what I do!  Every so often, I just can't handle it and I clean it up only to have it completely destroyed only a few minutes later.

Let's get one thing straight.  I'm not a neat freak.  I grew up with five brothers.  I can handle mess.  What I can't handle is being physically unable to wash dishes because the sink is so piled high.  I can't handle not being able to stack the dishes anywhere to make room because the roommates have already stacked piles of pans that are full of two day old food on the stove.  I can't handle the garbage that litters the table.  And most of all, I can't handle not being able to use the microwave, my main food prep source, because so much crap is stacked in front of it.

Honestly.  We are in college now.  Your mom's no longer pick up after you.  Please take care of it yourself.


Sincerely,

Irritated.



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