Thought I Escaped

Well I went almost an entire week without any contact with my roomies, however they never seem to give up. I woke up this morning to a 15 minute drunken voice mail from Molly. For the first 10 minutes all I could hear was her puking in the toilet and mumbling something about "fucking Taco Bell", and then in the last 5 minutes she just started to confess her love for the delivery driver from Domino's. I'm not sure which part irritates me more; the fact that she left me such a long message, the fact that she was puking for the majority of it, or the fact that she decided to share all of this with me. My week of bliss was interrupted with just that one message. I guess a week is too much time to ask for to be away from my roomies.