I was about to go to bed and I get an email from the housing services to my school email saying I checked out a broom and dust pan and I literally had to get everything together and go all the way downstairs to the service desk and be like ‘wtf’ and the desk guy was just like ‘yeeeah we’re having some technical issues sorry you no longer have the dustpan you never had’
not tired now that I went through that shit
In the corner of the room you see a small unlit iron brassiere.
My roommate was entirely unconvinced that my tattoo was real like she refused to believe it and thought we were all fucking with her
at what point in a mutual followship am i allowed to address you by name and reply to all your posts and consider you one of my friends and stuff