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The Eighth Floor of Shwoody Hall
Alright, I'm sure I'm not paranoid now. I just dragged myself out of bed to the floor bathroom, sure that I was going to vomit all the mucus currently taking residence in my stomach, and do you know what I find? All the bathroom stalls had been locked. Yeah, 'cause that's so effing funny.
I considered being a good person and crawling under the doors and unlocking them, but I feel too much like crap to care right now. Let someone else deal with their shit.
I hate these people. I hope they eat something that disagrees with them tonight and either have to spew out everything in an uncontrollable turbo-vomit, or get really really bad diahrea. And then they have to crawl under the stupid doors that they themselves locked to get to the toilet in time. And I hope they hit their head on it.
I considered being a good person and crawling under the doors and unlocking them, but I feel too much like crap to care right now. Let someone else deal with their shit.
I hate these people. I hope they eat something that disagrees with them tonight and either have to spew out everything in an uncontrollable turbo-vomit, or get really really bad diahrea. And then they have to crawl under the stupid doors that they themselves locked to get to the toilet in time. And I hope they hit their head on it.