On my 21st birthday I moved into my new apartment for my senior year at Texas Tech and there was a girl STILL LIVING there. Yep. I swear, these things only happen to me. Imagine my dismay when I twist my shiny new key into my brand spanking new (to me) apartment door and a girl is in a towel, doing her laundry and getting ready for work.
Excuse me mam, but don't let me interrupt you.
You see, what happened was ...
The apartment complex failed to tell this girl what day I was moving in so she had not moved out yet. Just a huge, hot mess. I had a moving truck with movers waiting to move all my stuff into an apartment still OCCUPIED. We had to pile everything in the living room and wait for this girl to move out the next day. I mean ... really?
Since she had to rush to get all of her stuff out, she did not clean one thing and I had to move into her filthy apartment. I found her weave in my closet and I don't think the girl had ever used a vacuum a day in her life. Not to mention she left a HUGE grease stain on the wall where her head touched it while laying in bed.
This is the stain after scrubbing and painting over that wall. It was disgust and I wish I could tell you this is a joke, but it's not.
Oh, welcome to your new greasy ass room.
You may be wondering why I'm telling you this story. Basically because I wanted to! But also because I start moving into the townhouse today and I've been reminded how much I absolute hate moving. Like literally I think it may be the worst thing on Earth. Then I'm reminded it could always be worse. At least I'm not moving into a greasy room.
So while y'all are out living it up this weekend toasting to the good life, I'll be slaving away moving into my new lair. I can promise you I will not be looking anything like this. Who does this Martha Stewart beotch think she is? This is not real life and I will NOT be smiling.
Ta-ta for now! p.s. Don't forget to enter my e.l.f. givewaway before MIDNIGHT!
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