So our room smelled like rotting trash when we got back from our roommate retreat this morning. V. disgusting. We took our trash out and cleaned all the questionable food out of our fridge and now the fan is running so I hope the smell leaves soon. I'm wearing the smoke pants again. I bought a black shirt with hearts on it for V-day and I can't wear it with any of my dark jeans. So the choices were narrowed down to my express jeans and the smoke pants. The express jeans have mustard on one leg, two spots of orange sauce on the other and a questionable crusty spot on the back of one of the legs. Yes, I don't know what happens to me but apparently, everything I try to eat is attracted to these pants. So I'm back wearing the smoke pants. Well, I better go for now, Megan has a hole in the pink shirt she bought yesterday for Valentine's Day and I said I would sew it for her. Damn my incredible skills with a needle. shake it like a polaroid picture ;*