Brain Dump
I do horrible shit all the time, but don’t feel bad about it until it’s too late to fix it.
Someone was being a slob by leaving shit all over the the common area of our building, so I picked up their shit (piles of shoes, umbrellas, bags, garbage, a vacuum, and various other junky shit), threw it away, and left a note telling the person that our common living space isn’t a junk yard. Be neat or get the F out.
Again… Why do I feel compelled to make people suffer for being douchebags?
Argh.
