Filthy, oblivious, pigs.
They leave food in the trash and expect the room not to smell. A sandwich with onions left on a desk, not even attempted to be thrown away. It completely fowled the room, add to that the lovely aroma of reheated chinese food and the ceaseless smell of pot that seeps in through the window and my room is a truly lovely place to be. I was seriously appreciating the air freshener I had, although that only improved the smell temporarily. Luckily we get use to things and no longer become aware of them, but it's really quite a pungent smell to return home to. I didn't mind the clothes everywhere, the shambles of forgotten paper, and random shoes strewn about the room, but food is gross. Clean that shit up.
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