Tuesday, November 01, 2005

AAAAAAAAGH

THERE IS A FUCKING TAKE-OUT CONTAINER LINED IN OILY RICE LAYING OPEN ON THE COUNTER, AND A PAN OF COOKED SQUASH SITTING OUT ON THE STOVE. DO WE NOT HAVE FUCKING ANTS!?!?!?

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MY ROOMMATES!?!?!?!?!?

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