Eeeeeeeew

So let's talk about disgusting things in this dorm room kitchen. Like that there's less than a square foot of usable counter space, and less than a square foot of room in the fridge, and I keep my dishes in my bedroom.

Or we could just talk about this.

This is a pot of greasy noodles, old cheese, and rancid meat that my suitemate cooked for herself four dinner AT LEAST four days ago. It sat on the stovetop for at least four days, and then she came home earlier today and MOVED IT but did not dump it out. I dared to SMELL this shit earlier and it has gone terribly, terribly wrong.

HELLO, HAVE YOU NOT BEEN LIVING IN A DORM FOR TWO YEARS. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THAT THIS STUFF NEEDS TO BE REFRIGERATED OR IT SPOILS? 

I AM DISGUSTED.

EVERY DAY THAT IT SITS OUT, I AM JUDGING YOU.

I CANNOT WAIT TO MOVE OUT ON SATURDAY, BECAUSE AT LEAST I WILL NOT BE LIVING IN THIS STYE THAT THESE GIRLS CREATED BEFORE I EVEN GOT HERE.