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Talk about past mistakes coming and biting in the ass...uh, foot.

I just cut my foot open on wood pile in the middle of my room. No, I'm not planning on starting a bonfire in Rich, though a s'more would be nothing less than delectable right now. And I'm not sending my dorm up in flames, either...I doubt the carpet would catch on fire anyway after all that flooding that went on last week.
So this wood deal. There's 5 chunks of wood piled in the middle of my room because drunk Katie decided it was socially acceptable to go absolutely ape-shit on her furniture last weekend.
Basically I came in at 4:30 am, pissed off to no end and emotionally distraught. Obviously the first thing I did was to change...and my jammed drawer was the only thing in my way. So if you would have happened to walk in at ohhh say...4:37 am or so? You would have seen Katie, in her matching underwear and bra, ripping apart a drawer.
If I had been a little less dramatic and emotional I would have done what I always do and take the top drawer out, push down the clothes and then pull it out but....
So now I have five pieces of wood on my floor and a giant hole in my dresser.
How the hell do I explain this one to maintenance? I sincerely hope they don't keep record of each student's room...because if they were to look at mine they would see that last year's maintenance calls included fixing my ripped apart desk drawer and a giant hole in my ceiling.
Now I just need to decide which one of my engineering friends I want to rope into rebuilding my room.

Love love love,
me

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