At long last I can finally announce that the feminist/lesbian mothers and children have left the building.

I can make this statement with absolute certainty, as at this moment, I am the only person residing in NRE, and can conlusively state that I myself fit none of the aforementioned categories.

And like U2 says, it’s a beautiful day.

It doesn’t matter that it’s 60 degrees out with a heavy gray cloud cover that threatens rain and gloom. I’ve got my cube of cinder blocks to keep me dry and semi-warm. What matters today on this Sunday, is that I am alone. with my thoughts. with my books. without screaming infants rampaging through the hall.

And because I found some humor in it myself, I will now present a list of items left behind from this group. The list includes:
- one quasi-moldy banana (chiquita variety)
- one green apple
- 10 extra large red grapes on one stalk
- one stinky orange *note: each peice of produce was found on seperate floors*
- one Nokia charger
- one harddrive wrapped in plastic
- one gallon of generic water, unopened
- one deck of cheap, slippery cards
- one heavy, orange glazed plate (possibly handmade - in the 70s)
- one medium sized giftbag (expensive type)
- two mechanical pencils
- several childs drawings on paper plates with things like, “Ali, I am sorry for choking you. Forgive?” and “the hours of operation are from 4-9pm” written on them
- two unopened bottles of samuel adams beer
- six garbage bags of dirty diapers in the “daycare center” (imagine my delight when i opened the bathroom to find a half dozen stinking piles of shittiness)
- one handmade butterfly mobile
- and last but not least, one *hideous* bag-lady type dress. 100% cotton, stained, dingy. Lovingly protected by a hefty sinch sack covering and hung in a closet

Honestly, the owner of this funky ass frock would be better off if I just threw it out, rendering it permanently “lost.” But I wouldn’t do that, because I’m a decent human being - not a monkey who leaves piles of dirty diapers to be found by an *extremely* beautiful and unsuspecting building manager who’s wretch reflex would be put to the test…

*ahem*

On that note, I’ve got some plain yogurt and grape nuts with my name on it. Cheers!

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