A mysterious occurance has... occured in la casa over the past three or four weeks. A new towel has appeared in the bathroom, as well as a soap holder and some bizzare cleansing device (I believe it is called a loofah). Also, a razor has planted itself directly upon the soap, which brings up the question as to when soap can no longer be used for cleaning. Maybe it's just me, but I always though that moving your toiletries into another person's home was one of those signals that you've crossed the line from "normal" to "not-normal, you goddamn homewrecking harlot."
Eh, it's not like I care. I actually have a room to myself now, and a game specifically designed to subtract you from the real world. I find the new distribution of humans in the house pretty funny; their room is starting to resemble a japanese boarding house, while I have the wide open ranges of texas at my disposal. I'm also using this as an oppourtunity to play my long-neglected "Angry Metal Enema" playlist. Noise pollution? I don't know what you're talking about, I sure can't hear it up here on the MORAL HIGH GROUND!
