I should have known not to use the blanket.
I was cold.
The school said that they cleaned it.
I trusted them.
The blanket looked so warm and inviting.
Now I have lines of bites all over my body.
I’m itchy.
I’m irritated.
Dinner last night with the accountant and his family was awkward. About three hours into it, the accountant and the roommate started bashing the
United States.
Roommate said that he hates the
U.S. and all Americans.
Accountant said that Sarkosy wants to be George Bush junior.
They hate American tourists, the American government, the American lifestyle (all Americans are fat and eat hamburgers everyday!), the American mentality, globalization, commerce, international trade, international humanitarian aid, guns, fast food, TV, music, celebrities, and peanut butter.
I’m so glad that I know where they stand.
I’m so glad I’m neighbors/roommates with them. I'm so glad that they hate my country and my people so much.
Little J moved out today.
I’m going to miss her.
Eliza moved out over a week ago.
Two days ago, Miss C moved in.
Welcome to Hotel Nemours.
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