fair nuff

boy: oral exam huh ;) ;) ;)

me:

As a college student, I semi-frequently change roommates just due to people leaving school or moving into new apartments. I also have 2 cats so finding a roommate can be a bit more difficult

Well my new roommate moved in about a week ago. She knew full well about the cats and how I handle them (I believe they are allowed to have full range of the house and should not be confined).

She didn’t like them being in the bathroom - I’m not sure why. We keep toothbrushes/toothpaste in the medicine cabinet and they don’t bother the toilet paper.

So she decided that she wanted to keep the bathroom door closed because she didn’t want the cats bothering anything. This wouldn’t be an issue if it had any ventilation or if there were things out to be bothered. So it’s been a week and the bathroom smells musty and generally like it needs to be aired out.

She wouldn’t budge as she’s used to getting her way all the time and frequently will text me and “remind” me to close the bathroom door.

I decided to take matters into my own hands. Being lactose intolerant and generally intolerant to anything not super mild (yet I love spicy food), I made the hottest, cheesiest taco dip I could manage. All hell ensued in my colon and subsequently the bathroom as it made its way through my system. Flushed the toilet, closed the door behind me, and let the smell fester. 4 hours later when she finally came home, went to the bathroom, came out and said “ok you’ve made your point, the door can stay open”. Still smelled like I just went. The beginning of many wins for me.

This happened 2 hours ago.

I was emailing a .txt containing the latest installment of my fanfiction to myself because I’d written it on my laptop and I wanted to edit it on my desktop.

But I typed in my work email by accident. It’s extremely similar to my personal email, but my work email automatically forwards every incoming message to everyone in my department. Didn’t even think about it.

I’ve never actually gotten physically sick because of a mistake before. The panic has died down a little. I’ve begun to accept that this is my life now.

It’s not even tame porn you guys.

I’m going to resign tomorrow, early in the morning, by means of a letter; leave my keys to the building in the envelope; and go back to get a different degree. I’ve been thinking about doing it for a while. Guess I don’t really have a choice now.

TL;DR: Sent a chapter of my Harry Potter porn to my coworkers earlier today. Going to resign in disgrace tomorrow.

By: Mitful

I came here from Romania when I was 12 years old. I had an accent. High school was tough a little bit for a few years. I wanted to fit in. I wanted to be liked. I wanted to be good-looking. I wanted to be popular. I spent a lot of time thinking, ‘What are these people going to think of me?’