Long Lost Roommate,
Most of these things usually start off with a bunch of thank you's or some sort of reminiscing. This isn't the case today. Today, I'd like to give you my most sincerest apology.
I know how much of a clean freak you are and how one of your fears was that I'd be a complete slob. Sorry for making that fear a reality. I know my lack of cleaning, taking out the trash and making my bed must have been annoying for you. Especially having to look at my abundance of shoes that covered the floor under my bed. And to justify my unmade bed, your bed wasn't lofted so you don't understand the struggles of having to make a bed that is lofted five feet in the air. The struggle was real whenever I attempted the chore.
Along with that I want to apologize for the countless times our room was turned into a beauty shop. I know the dorms are no place for cutting hair, but sometimes, our friends get impatient and wouldn't take no for an answer. Their hair was everywhere and sometimes the floor got so wet we needed a caution sign. Oh, I can't forget how Smith 821's beauty shop liked to strictly play Luke Bryan Radio. I know how much you dislike country music. But music that sounds like it's straight from the hood isn't the most professional at times.
One of my biggest apologies has to be for always causing noise complaints. Constantly having the police, RA and RD knock on the door because I watch "Keeping Up With The Kardashians" loudly isn't cool. I'm not sure how one can watch TV loud enough to get a noise complaint when we never got complaints from our weekend jam sessions, but as we know, it's possible. Oh yeah, that one time I got a noise complaint for screaming bloody murder, sorry for that too.
My last apology comes from the heart. It's the last thing I'm sorry for and I hope you accept. The amount of times I put a song on repeat while playing it on the "Beats Pill," was not acceptable. We listened to "One Dance," "Pop Style," "Come And See Me" and numerous other songs too many times. Sometimes I'm not sure how you put up with my terrible DJ skills and never complained. I also want to throw in a little sorry for the countless times I paused a song, rewound it and then played it again so I could Snapchat myself singing it with a weird filter on my face.
I miss you and I can't wait for the continued movie nights in the fall.
Love,
Muhris
