Come on, now.

So recently, a lot of my blogs have been about my SHITTY roommate. And they're probably NOT going to stop until she moves out.

Whatever, right? I came home today after my test, and she's talking to her mom or something. Kay, I don't care. She's usually in bed sometime around 3 or 4 in the morning. Kay, whatever. She climbed into bed at NINE. Okay, I'll watch presidential projections in someone else's room... I'll put off studying for physics until now, at 12:33 in the morning. Whatever.

I like the fact that she showers once a day. I'm not going to lie; that's probably more than I shower... lols. HOWEVER, I came back from watching presidential crap, and I'm getting ready to do physics, when I decide to take out my contacts.

*moseying on over to the sink*

There's a razor in the sink. no biggie. BUT THEN, I look closer, and there's other stuff in the sink too....


I MEAN HONESTLY.... EWWWWWWWWWWWWW

DISGUSTING!!!!!

HER HAIR WAS IN MY SINK. AND I'M PRETTY DAMN SURE THAT IT'S NOT HAIR FROM HER HEAD, EITHER.

She moved out of a single to live with me. GROSS GROSS GROSS GROSS GROSS GROSS. I'm not brushing my teeth tonight....
A) I don't want to stare at the sink the whole time... I just know that it would happen.
B) I don't want to have to move her razor.

On second thought, I might just brush my teeth. I'll spit on her razor.