The customers at the bank smell. I was very close to throwing up my breakfast on this woman's passbook because she smelled so very bad. It's the smell of old people and bad breath that stays at the back of your throat and makes you gag at odd hours of the evening when you are far away from their rotted teeth and dirty money.

I was getting upset that my roommate wasn't emailing me when I realized she doesn't have my email. I suppose I should email her.

I have two weeks left. I'm not sure if anyone cares. I'm just mentioning it.


So I emailed the roommate. It was a dumb email. She probably already hates me. Sheesh.