There are some things even a $50 bottle of champagne and a happy hour MASA margarita can't fix. My suite is a prime example.
Currently three suitemates, two practical suitemates, and I are silently sitting in the common area. No one has said anything for 43 minutes and 9 seconds. The only noise is Stu making tea. He always makes tea. Tea, tea, tea. Everyone has tea stu!! And Sara is passed out drunk in the corner. At least she's not puking in the bathroom this time.
I went home to my insane family for Spring Break, but even they seem normal compared to this. There is a used tissue that says "NO DRAMA HERE" sitting on the table from a few weeks ago, but no one follows it. It's like living with a barf blanket on the wall. It's just that painful.
Brad is being weird. And he doesn't even get Friends references!
Nick is off dancing. "Dancing." No one can actually dance that much. He's probably having sex. Hopefully not with Mintzy. She's Brad's.
Stu just said discotheque. I just learned how to spell discotheque and Stu just spit up all over himself.
And Christine texts with ONE FINGER. Who does that? What is she, 50 years old???!!!
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