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I had an argument a few weeks ago over Nazis. Not the ones that marched for Trump in Portland: I’m talking the original version from the 1930s. The argument—which I couldn’t believe I was having, but I guess is a thing now in certain circles—was...
so i didn't want to get up out of bed this morning to avoid them all up in my face. i lay there rudely awoken by the sound of the shower next door (being told to give up my room is a bitch.) i had to literally do all things quick-paced and i was out of their way until lunch. the bitch made pasta with fresh chillies in it and overloaded it with chillies; so much that i almost had a coughing fit in the middle of eating and everyone else was fine, i didn't get why until i saw that the bitch had served me most of the chillies! ugh. but then i literally did not stop for air until the pasta was finished and got some water and darted out of there. THEN the bitch came in several times to check up on me, making lame excuses like 'where are some books to read?' and 'i'll put on the clothes for wash.'
i just don't understand why they can't leave me alone.