My roommate, Tiffany, comes back from spring break tomorrow. And although, while she was here, I was pretty good about keeping the overflowing containers of crap on my side of the room, in her absence I have spread piles of my own junk over every square inch of the room (excepting her bed).
Tonight I was telling another housemate, Teal, about this. “Tiffany better not come back early and surprise me,” I said, “I think she would take one look at the room and fall down dead.”
“Well,” Teal responded, without missing a beat, “At least then you would have a single room.”
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Don’t worry, Tiffany. She didn’t mean it. I don’t think. 
April 1st, 2007 at 3:55 am
I can feel the love
April 1st, 2007 at 7:22 am
laugh
you should add some sort of editorial about how I really do like tiffany quite a bit, and i was just being pragmatic.
April 1st, 2007 at 7:09 pm
Haha! Hmmm… me? Drop down dead at the sight of a messy room?
Possibly…