"Walkin' from the city, lookin' oh so pretty. I've just gotta find my way." Ultimately, confusion led me down the path of the unrighteous. Although it wasn't me that did the duty, I still feel that I am responsible. "For what?" you ask. For crapping in the laundry room floor drain, that's what. Are you glad you asked now? I didn't think so. Next time think twice. We all have an innate fear deep down inside of stumbling unexpectedly upon excrement of any type. The point of the story is that something may be living in the wall- don't worry, the landlord said he'll be gone for a couple of weeks.
In other news, other things happened, but I feel no need to go into detail since once again, writing on this site is at an all-time low. Insults thwarted towards the people who I
thought would write produced no effect other than to show me that they are unable to solve simple problems or read and absorb information. This isn't even an insult anymore, it's the tear-jerkingly sad truth; enough said.