Bippity Boppity Boo

My roommate left the kitchen in an absolute shambles this morning, with trash piling out of the can and dishes caked with food in the sink, on tables and elsewhere. (To be fair, I have two plates with rice on them because I made lunch for me and a friend yesterday; this does not compare to the dozen or so of his, however.) This is because I said I planned on cleaning the apartment while he was away. He suggested I hit the bathroom while I was at it.

There are also boogers on the shower wall again. And I know they weren't put there by guests during the Beating, as has been his prevailing theory whenever I've talked to him about it.

Everyone who's going to MFF, have fun this weekend! Looks like I'll be playing the part of Cinderella for a few days.