My harrowing weekend:
-Was assaulted by a large ball of dust that floated down from the ceiling fan in my new room (which was so caked in dust that it looked like it was covered in fur because the people in this house have of course never bothered to clean anything in their lives. Every roommate I've ever had has been this way.)
-Spent a bunch of PF Chang's gift cards that some lady at my brother's memorial gave me for some reason (the food was terrible as always)
-Endured two Papa Roach songs in a row thanks to the greasy jorts man who was hogging the jukebox last night
-Was hit by the most horrific wave of nausea and grief (it's always triggered by the most mundane things--either that or guilt over doing fun things/going out) and powerlessness at around midnight last night which I'm sure the roommates loved hearing through the walls
-Dropped ALL four of my mochi ice cream balls on the disgusting carpet and then ate them anyway
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