socks.

Hayley just won a contest and what did she win? 100 pairs of socks. Who knew that you could enter and win, basically, a lifetime supply of socks? That means that's like, a tonnn of pairs of mismatched socks.

Also, to continue with the roommate saga, I came home from work to the following email yesterday:
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Hey Alison,
I just wanted to apologize on Shelbia's behalf because I'm sure she didn't say anything about having her friend stay on our couch this weekend...she didn't tell me either. I told her that it was inconsiderate and that she should always ask if she is going to have people stay over like that. Don't feel like you can't say something to her if you want to. I'm sure you weren't happy about it...I know I wasn't! Okay, just wanted to let you know that I talked to her. I'll see you soon!
Esther
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I suppose this is deserving of some background information, though. Shelbia (other roommate) has this guy staying with us this weekend. No big deal, right? Right. She didn't tell us, but again, nothing to freak out about. He's here, obviously has no where else to say, so whatever.

Only sketchy thing: is that Shelbia gave him her key yesterday. And how do I know this? When I came home from work, he's the only on in our apartment. Sprawled out on the couch, inadvertently taking up all the counter space in the kitchen and the living room, since they're both one, and is doing work on his computer, with his printer, that he's established on our counter. At this point, I'm just annoyed that some random dude had a key to our apartment and no one else is home. But regardless, what's bitching about it going to do now?

So back to the email. Esther, the considerate roommate, was obviously pissed, but at the same time, is asking me to be equally as pissed with her? At first I was like, "Hey, I can speak up for myself," and didn't need her permission, but then just didn't respond because well, they're friends. And work together. And work with our landlord. And have the same friends. And the last thing I want to do is get in the middle of my bff roommates. Or get tricked into doing so.

So no response is the best response, correct? Esther has taken a leave of absence from our apartment apparently, since I haven't seen her in about 72 hours, and the last time I did, she was with her boyfriend. So I'm assuming she's hanging out with him while dude is crashing on our couch.

I would, actually, like him to leave at some point, or wake up. Since yesterday he didn't wake up until 3pm, when I was leaving for work, and it's almost noon and he's still not awake yet. Things that greatly hinder important facets of my life: coffee making, oatmeal cooking, etc. etc. etc. ...