I’ve managed to avoid my roommate for almost a week and a half. But I’m pretty sure she’s fixing noodles or something at 4 in the morning. When does this chick sleep? I know I’m one to talk, but still… There are, like, mad aromas creeping under my bedroom door. I think this chick is cooking dumplings. I’m done. Absolutely done. I need to go to bed. But the bitch is making dumplings… Nope, I will proudly snack on my hidden bag of unsalted sunflower seeds and send my behind to sleep. G’nite.
