The great TP fiasco.

Bonjourno ma bellisima audience,

It has been brought to my attention that I have a job where I sit at a computer all night long, and, therefore, have no excuse not to update.Since I can't readily think of any excuses, I'll concede that point.
Here is your update, you heckler.

I have now moved into my summer room on the tenth floor. Good view and good roommates (these things are not necessarily related).

The girl I live beside is kind of high maitenance and hardly talks to me or the other girls. And she never replaces the toilet paper. Ever. Why? No clue. I assume she uses it from time to time. At least, I really hope so. Although, lately I have noticed the roll has looked suspiciously untouched from the last time I have used it. Odd. I suppose it's even odder that I noticed that.

Perhaps she uses a different method of excretion. One that doesn't require toilet paper. That might explain why she doesn't feel obligated to replace the sad, empty cardboard roll. Or maybe she sneaks her own in everytime she uses the bathroom. That would be weird. But I suppose that fact that I am fixating on this is a little weird too.

She even brought her own furniture, including a big vanity with a mirror and her own bed (not that I can blame her for that one. Residence beds are iffy at the best of times. Why else would they be made of vinyl plastic?). Her res one now sits in the living room blocking my access to the internet plug in.

Still. She is better than Slutty McBurps-Too-Much.
I shall dub her, The Princess.

There is your update. Not too exciting was it? You get what you ask for.

Ciao.