Its 2am. If the blaring lights that you love so much weren’t hindering my ability to sleep, the stinky food you just made as you make the most grotesque noises I have ever heard while eating, certainly are. Combine this with me finding you lounging your bare feet on my bed as you played World of Warcraft (there’s a fucking surprise) are officially my last straw. Never mind finding your long ponytail hair all over this room. I will be applying for a room change come tomorrow. You can finally slurp & gulp your apple juice, play World of Warcraft, draw the blinds so tight that no natural light can penetrate through, leave your dirty dishes on your desk, and be antisocial and unbearable in peace.
