Ode to Good Riddance

Oh, how I will NEVER miss...

removing hair wads from the shower wall--yuck.

picking up boxers off the bathroom floor.

being asked who I'm talking to.

being asked where I'm going.

being stranded with no toilet paper.

the dog.

how she talks louder than everyone just so she can repeat herself.

his incessant, tone-deaf whistling.

pushing the soda cans out of my way just to use the computer.

sharing a room.

trying to maneavour through my tiny closet and knocking over all the things I've so strategically put in their place.

having certain people chastise me for having an irritable day.

trying to do my hair with an empty can of hair spray.

sneaking around.

turning up the television to drown out the rest of the house.

getting her various necessities (water or an extra blanket) in the middle of the night.

the everyday drama.

having someone knock on the bathroom door the second I sit down.

missing out on all the good ice cream.

sticky keyboards.

shoes in the bathroom.

hangers in the bathroom.

stale chips.

homework time (which usually lasts for hours).

trying to find something to do just to get out of the house.

Good Riddance to it all.