Alone Again

Enrique Houdini has vanished to a party, leaving a mess all over the room. Isn't that Great? Might as well blog about it. That's what this thing is for, right? Complaining and letting crap off my chest? Look... Carlos is a good guy, and we've been friends for a little while now. But I really and truly wish I was rooming with someone who was less... uh... extravagant. Do I smell rabbit shit? Probably. Lets hope it's in the cage this time. There are also cards everywhere, and many of them do not even belong to the same deck, or series. Does he expect to do card tricks with Magic and Yugioh cards? Maybe, but that doesn't explain the fact there are hundreds of the damn things laying everywhere.

Future-Me, I don't know if you remember what this dorm room looks like, but you will probably recall that it isn't that big, and it is longer than it is wide. Which means the mess tends to get concentrated in the area near the beds. Including mine, which I sleep in. I do not appreciate rabbit fur and rabbit shit in my bed, and I think most people would share the sentiment.

Well whatever.

I suppose cleaning is a decent excuse to not bother with that irritating party, filled with irritating people. A couple of Timberwolves too, by the look of things. I prefer to avoid that crowd. Anyway, Future-Me, I'm starting to realize how ridiculous this Future-Me stuff is, so... If Despinos isn't watching, what he doesn't know won't hurt him, and won't keep wasting me time with something I will never go back and read.