Some people say that you can tell a lot by looking into someone's refrigerator. Well, I can give you a little sneak peek.
In there right now is a mound of grapes, seed in, that are, sadly, not very sweet. On the door sit 4 green plastic bottles of the sweetest tea every made, my roommates. Oh, did I forget to mention the acrid smell of cat urine mixed with something dead? No matter how many times I wipe it down, the smell persists like one of those roving Vietnamese street vendors. Baking soda seems a little luxurious, so it looks like I'm stuck. I doubt they have Arm and Hammer anyway, though Cycle and Hammer seems pretty popular around here. Anyway, things could be worse. My roommate could smell.
For some mysterious reason the hotel deemed it necessary to give me a queen sized-bed. Not one to complain, I kept my lips sealed. Though, sleeping in my bed the other night, I suddenly came to the realization that I now only have one pillow. Its twin must have been stolen. Tragedy! I have several culprits in mind, but I digress. This is simply too much real estate to be covered by one cushion. I feel like I just bought a bagel and only got one of those small cream cheese containers. Einstein's wouldn't stand for such shenanigans, and neither will I.
I run the air conditioning 24/7, which is probably tantamount to the destruction of 2 tons of ozone. Being as it is already hot enough outside, I'm not really helping my own cause. With my new haircut though, I'm not really too worried. I'll let those luckless enough to sport the locks to sweat it.
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