Former roommate is going to give me an aneurysm, I think. Seriously, I spent five hours cleaning that kitchen. It will take you _fifteen minutes_ to run a sponge along the inside of the fridge and grab these cobwebs I supposedly missed while wiping down the entire stove, fridge outside, floor, baseboards, and windows, along with all the corners and top edges of the room. Christ. I have more important things to do like, oh, I don't know, go to work? Actually unpack my belongings? I was civil in my e-mail back, but I am this close to a scathing response if she e-mails me back.
Thank god she only has my school e-mail address, and not my cell or my new house address.
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