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The good: I have chocolate cake for supper.

Me and annikasevn finalized our color choices for the stuff we want to repaint in the house.

I have one more day of work before I get a day off.

The bad: I came home to dog crap in the den, two piles.

There was trash all over the floor.

The urge to kill my current roommate is rising.

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The roommate just got home and is so pissed that her dog ate her junk food. However she doesn't care that he crapped in the house. That doesn't bother her. When I mention that it is in fact and issue because, a) it's gross and I keep having to clean it up and b) it smells bad. She just tells me to ferebreze. Lets just ignore the fact that I am allergic to febreze. Yes the irony of being allergic to the smell of something that is supposed to improve the smell of your house is not lost on me.

I must just keep reminding myself that my days here are numbered.