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kaiserkuchenO SVEN. So un-PC, yet still so hilarious:
[11:27:17 PM] Sharon : also guess what
[11:27:27 PM] sven : what?
[11:27:29 PM] Sharon : someone jumped from the 17th floor im pano heim yesterday
[11:27:45 PM] sven : so that room is available?
[11:28:06 PM] sven : shitttt is that the dorm i applied to?
[11:28:18 PM] Sharon : LOLOL
[11:28:21 PM] Sharon : well yeah
NEVER CHANGE BOY, NEVER CHANGE ♥.
In other news, I am currently rejoicing in ~*UTTER GLEE*~ that Sabrina is off where ever she is when she is NOT HERE YES YES YESSSSSSS!!!!11!. It is almost depressing how I suddenly refuse to leave my room, even if I am hungry, thirsty or need to use the bathroom, if I can hear that she is doing something in the kitchen area. I become this hunched-over creature in front of my laptop, running spiteful silent or muttered tirades against her and every aspect I can think of to curse about (and let's be frank, there are a LOT of things to get annoyed about). But oh how I love the moments when it is actually audible that she is getting her shit together to leave. Before this used to be in connection with one last clean of the bathroom at least, but apparently this is one of the things she has given up after this summer, given the DELIGHTFUL way the shower is littered with tiny tiny stubbles and whorls of hair.
THIS WEEKEND I AM SO CLEANING EVERYTHING UP. And then I will call the Heimwarte to fix our clogged shower (happens every two months basically yayzzzzz). AND THEN I will tape MOAR passive-aggressive notes to Sabrina's door informing her about the changes and I can afford to become moar overtly nit-picky because I will have had the UPPER HAND jasfhjkfsh o how sad my nefarious plans are in face of her probably not giving a flying shit ANYWAYS, but still. One does try.
[11:27:17 PM] Sharon : also guess what
[11:27:27 PM] sven : what?
[11:27:29 PM] Sharon : someone jumped from the 17th floor im pano heim yesterday
[11:27:45 PM] sven : so that room is available?
[11:28:06 PM] sven : shitttt is that the dorm i applied to?
[11:28:18 PM] Sharon : LOLOL
[11:28:21 PM] Sharon : well yeah
NEVER CHANGE BOY, NEVER CHANGE ♥.
In other news, I am currently rejoicing in ~*UTTER GLEE*~ that Sabrina is off where ever she is when she is NOT HERE YES YES YESSSSSSS!!!!11!. It is almost depressing how I suddenly refuse to leave my room, even if I am hungry, thirsty or need to use the bathroom, if I can hear that she is doing something in the kitchen area. I become this hunched-over creature in front of my laptop, running spiteful silent or muttered tirades against her and every aspect I can think of to curse about (and let's be frank, there are a LOT of things to get annoyed about). But oh how I love the moments when it is actually audible that she is getting her shit together to leave. Before this used to be in connection with one last clean of the bathroom at least, but apparently this is one of the things she has given up after this summer, given the DELIGHTFUL way the shower is littered with tiny tiny stubbles and whorls of hair.
THIS WEEKEND I AM SO CLEANING EVERYTHING UP. And then I will call the Heimwarte to fix our clogged shower (happens every two months basically yayzzzzz). AND THEN I will tape MOAR passive-aggressive notes to Sabrina's door informing her about the changes and I can afford to become moar overtly nit-picky because I will have had the UPPER HAND jasfhjkfsh o how sad my nefarious plans are in face of her probably not giving a flying shit ANYWAYS, but still. One does try.
