Roommate Confessions

You've done some bad stuff to your roommate. It's time to confess.

Roommate Confessions
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Tweezers

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So, I really didn't have many problems with my roommate. Sure, I let her move in to escape her god-awful roommate in the middle of the year, and sure, we didn't have all that much in common. But otherwise, we were good. Except for her hair. Beautiful, thick, dark curly hair that I fear will haunt me forever. She was neat otherwise, but she REFUSED to even ATTEMPT to pick up her wild clumps of hair that got absolutely EVERYWHERE. In my clothes, in my dishes, in my bed, in between my toes, in my mouth...nothing was safe...and no matter how much I cleaned up every week (making sure to let her see the massive amounts of hair my roller would pick up, I could never get rid of it. When I found some in my crotch (obviously it was in my underwear too), that was the last straw. So, when I left my tweezers at my parents house, I decided to regularly use hers to pluck out my stray pubic hairs after I give myself a Brazillian once a month. I did this for the rest of the semester. Score.

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