Yesterday I made my brokest sauce to eat with my white rice, my room mate cooked herself pasta (a good one infact because I washed plates in the morning). Woke up this morning to eat my food before I go for my class lo and behold pasta was looking at me in my sauce . At first I thought it was a worm lol. People of God come and help me because I don’t understand what manner of lack of contentment this is 🤦‍♀️, always wanting to know my business and take from it. I’m even tired of talking to her, can’t wait for the semester to end so we can go our separate ways.