she didn't freak out and drop dead bunnies onto my balcony. instead she left a very pleasant and apologetic note (and actually commisserated because it seems the woman beside her upstairs is annoying with her music!). now i'm kicking myself i didn't do that sooner. i might have saved myself three years of torture.
p.s. the totally juicy grapefruit peel-off masque fucking burns when applied to freshly exfoliated skin.
ze goggkles, zey do nussing! helpp me fallout boy! fallout boy?