... cuz I'm dying. Or at least, it sure feels as though I am. It probably doesn't help that my room is super dusty (not entirely my fault), and that I'm allergic to dust. It probably doesn't help that my roommate uses perfume as a body spray (aka she uses anywhere from 5-7 spritzes) and then I choke on perfume vapors.
I've got some longer, more intense roommate stories... but right now, I should probably kind of force myself to go to bed or something... I think I'll choose the or something...
More homework, anybody???
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment