9/23

Knock, knock, knock. My door is being assaulted by someone who desperately seeks entrance. You, a person who does not pay 3k a semester to live here, have settled yourself down onto my couch every night. You eat my food. You leave your dishes scattered everywhere. You invite your friends, because a dance party sounds like a good idea at 3 in the morning. You act like this is all cool, and I do too at first. But things are changing. Don't be surprised if you find yourself sleeping in the shell gas station bathroom soon, because you are about to get kicked the fuck out.