Payback

I should probably unpack everything out of my car now that I'm officially staying here. I think I've been in denial a little bit. Time for reality, sister. And time to unpack your clothes so poor Calee can finally borrow them. She's been wearing like my old pajama tops and stuff because she's so desperate for someone else's clothing. Ha ha. Sad.

Gross story: I hadn't been out to my car in about two weeks, because I've just been going with my Mom everywhere. Plus it's been hotter than you know what outside and my AC doesn't work super great. No AC + Leather seats = sweaty back by the time I get to where I'm going. Is that TMI? Haha. Sorry.

Anyway, that's not even the gross part of my story. I went out to the car last night and it seriously smelled like I was keeping a decaying body in one of those trash bags in my trunk instead of clothing. I was literally gagging. I had to hold my breath and dive in to investigate, and I found the culprit after a few minutes of detective work.

BROOKE YOU LEFT YOUR FLIPPING MACARONI GRILL LEFT OVERS IN MY CAR AND IT WAS ALL ROTTING AND SMELLED SO GROSS LIKE DEATH. AND I WAS GAGGING THE WHOLE WAY TO THE CHURCH IN MY CAR BECAUSE IT SMELLED SO BAD. AND I HAD TO PICK IT UP WITH MY HANDS AND THROW IT AWAY AND I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO VOMIT. BUT MY CAR STILL STINKS!

You owe me so big for that!

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Okay. We're even. 

-Kristina