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Have you ever done something that gets you all giddy and giggly and bubbly?  =)

My flatmate likes to sneak up and scare me so I scream, yell "Jesus Christ" or pee my pants.  The rush wakes me up sometimes, but I mostly enjoy it because it amuses him so much.  Tonight was another scare in the kitchen; that's where it always happened.  I walked back to my room after eating and found my door half propped open, it surprised me that my door stop slid on the carpet, but whatever.  So I opened my door and shoes came tumbling down on my head.  Hmm.. how did that happen JORDI?!  It's all in good fun, of course.

I brainstormed for like.. 10 minutes on what I could do to return his little surprises.  I couldn't think of anything that was tasteful, but good.  In the past I turned the light off while he was taking a shower (you can only access it from outside the bathroom) and banged really hard on the bathroom door while he was peeing, in hopes he'd jump and... swerve, or something.  

Later I asked a few people for ideas.  Everything they had to offer was way over the top... too much work and not on the same innocent level.  Someone, that someone was Steve, suggested that I take his underwear.  It seemed like the best idea given, but I was pretty sure Jordi never left his door unlocked and to wait until he was in the shower or something seemed like too much work.  Hmm.. so I forgot about it. 

And then tonight I had a knock on my door, it was Jordi, 

"Mmm.. do you have the thing for the clothes?"  

"Uhh, say what?" I replied.  

"Ah, that strange thing I saw you had the other day for the clothes."  

"My hamper?" I replied again.  

"Bah, no to dry the clothes." he said.  

"Oh, the drying rack, it's there behind the door."  

Later I walked to the kitchen.  The hallway smelled like someone had just took a shower right outside my door.  I wondered for a minute and then saw Jordi's door propped open with all his laundry drying.  Of course I didn't think anything about it.

After talking with Jordi in the kitchen I had my game face on again.  I walked back through the hall way... it just seemed too easy; his door was propped open, laundry drying, he was still eating.. the underwear was even clean.  Ok- in case you're wondering I would not have been interested if they weren't clean.  Innocent level, remember?  Anyway, so I quickly tip-toed in, grabbed all of them... ran out... giggled.  Ran back in a minute or so later, turned the clothes rack 90 degrees so the theft was less noticeable and ran back to my room.

I'm sorry this will have to be a cliff hanger, because currently, his underpants are in my room.  They're neatly draped over my heater with a towel concealing their whereabouts.  It would be nice for him to notice tonight, but I'm going to bed as soon as I finish writing this. =)

Hmm.. I'm finished.