"How come I'm the one who always has to squash the bugs or fix the dead people?"
--me, to my roommates, who made me come outside last night to see if a (homeless?) person laying outside our apartment building was either sleeping, passed out or dead
I'm usually the one they come to to kill the spider hanging from their ceiling; half a year living among the bugs of Australia has made me Miss Tough Gal. But what could I possibly do to aid this situation? How could my presence help? Bring him back to life with my sarcasm and witty observations of celebrities?
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