This was the last straw. I had put up with having long, curly red hair all over my clothes and my room, but this morning when I woke up and began eating my morning bowl of life cereal, there it was. Another one.

I flipped a shit.

I think I scared the both of them, as they were still in bed, and suddenly I was standing over my roommate's bed with a milk-sodden strand of hair, screaming. Perhaps I overreacted, but I don't regret it. I actually demanded that she wear a hat when in our room and not boinking my roommate. I don't think it'll actually be an issue for much longer, because he broke up with her later this afternoon, but I was reminded of this occurrance just now when there was another fucking hair in my keyboard. That's it for me tonight, folks. Goodnight.

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