Bottle caps and trash in the fucking sink

I love living by myself now, it's so awesome.

Last year, I had a roommate who had a pendulance to leaving milk out until it's turned into yogurt, then cheese. Then our apartment smells like cheese. And she had milk every morning, on top of her organic hemp hippie food, which she'd sometimes clean up, sometimes not. So after a while, the whole entire place was dotted with little half full bowls of milk/yogurt/cheese state with some sort of mushy cornflake like thing. Me and the other roommates told her to clean up her shit because we didn't want to touch it with a 10 foot pole and she kept on refusing. So in the end, we dumped it all into a heavy duty plastic bag and threw it outside our door.

The awful thing was that she was sharing my room and she was even filthier there. And she played obnxious music ridiculously loud, loud enough to break the sound barrier. And when I told her to use headphones, she said she didn't like them because they restricted the "magic". Also she had said music play as her alarm every morning, so I'd wake up to the sound of her crappy stereo struggling to spine the CD and then Mexican folk dance soundtrack for the next 20 minutes until she dragged herself out of bed and turned it off. Every morning at 6:30AM.

Oh the joys of dorm living. I will never in my life, understand people who have to listen to music at volumes that a deaf man can hear.

Jam it back in, in the dark.