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So I had made cookies last night. Lots of them. Enough to make a pyramid on a single plate. And I put them outside my door, because that's what I'd done before (although maybe I shouldn't have put them all out at once. Oh well) and apparently, from what I can gather, a bunch of real [insert unpleasant description] people came by, and not only took all those cookies, but didn't even eat them - made a mess - and in the process absconded with both the plate and my whiteboard.
I'm still not quite certain as to what happened - I was aware of people talking loudly near my door as I fell asleep, but couldn't be bothered to get up to find out what was going on, an action I regret now - but it seems clear enough.
Such immaturity, without even the "excuse" of being drunk - hello, Tuesday night, people - is, well... RAR.
I'm still not quite certain as to what happened - I was aware of people talking loudly near my door as I fell asleep, but couldn't be bothered to get up to find out what was going on, an action I regret now - but it seems clear enough.
Such immaturity, without even the "excuse" of being drunk - hello, Tuesday night, people - is, well... RAR.