Great idea, numbnuts.

I came home for lunch today and, as usual, I went into M’s room to check the status on her packing. To my surprise and utter enjoyment, she had placed a bottle behind her door. I’m assuming she placed it there so that she would know if I came in, since the bottle would have been moved or knocked over by the door on my entrance. Oh, sweet and naïve girl, you are so fucking dumb. First of all, if you’re going to do that, you need to place something there that I won’t NOTICE. Perhaps something soft? Not a fuckin’ bottle that I feel the moment I put any pressure on the door. Second of all, obviously I’m just going to into your room and then put the bottle back the same way you did!

Please, people, I am way too fuckin’ savvy for this shit.

In other news, we went up to tell the landlords the situation. They weren’t home, unfortunately. It was only slightly awkward between M and I as we managed to have some civil conversation and a few jokes. She told me that she is moving tomorrow and that all but a few things will be gone! Finally the day is upon us.