HI SABRINA, IT'S ME, YOUR ROOMMATE. AGAIN.
Mar. 3rd, 2009 09:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kaiserkuchenNOW I KNOW THAT I HAVE ONLY BEEN BACK FOR LIKE A DAY AND CHANGE, AND OKAY I ADMIT, SEEING THE STATE YOU ARE CURRENTLY KEEPING OUR KITCHEN+BATHROOM IS A BIT DEPRESSING, YET STILL NOT THAT SURPRISING WITH REGARDS TO THE DUST+FILTH LEVEL.
BUT I DO BELIEVE I DRAW THE LINE AT YOUR OPEN, USED AND BLOODY SANITARY NAPKINS LYING FACE OPEN AROUND THE BATHROOM. AND THE BLOOD STAINS ON OUR BATHROOM MAT. SERIOUSLY, THE ONE NAPKIN I JUST THREW AWAY YESTERDAY EVENING WITHOUT A COMMENT. BUT A BLOODY PANTYLINER THIS MORNING, TOO?? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, WOMAN. HAVE YOU RUN OUT? DO YOU NEED SOME MORE? ARE YOU GOING SELECTIVELY BLIND? ARE YOU ACTIVELY TRYING TO MAKE ME BE THE BITCH THAT WILL POST A POST-IT ABOUT THIS ON YOUR DOOR, THUS STARTING OUR PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE FUNTIMES AGAIN? BECAUSE I SO WILL, JESUS CHRIST.
AND MAYBE YOUR HORMONES ARE RUNNING WILD, I MEAN, I HEARD THE SCREAMING MATCH YOU HAD ON THE PHONE AT 8AM, TOO (THANKS FOR THAT BTW, WHO NEEDS SLEEP WHEN YOU'RE JETLAGGY, AMIRITE). BUT LETTING UP ON BASIC SANITARY MEASURES IS NEVER COOL.
WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS TO ME, SABRINA. WHERE IS THE LOVE. OR JUST PEACEFUL COEXISTENCE WHERE WE BOTH TRY TO IGNORE EACH AND EVERY SIGN OF THE OTHER'S EXISTENCE. I AM TOTALLY FINE WITH THAT.
EDITED TO ADD: One awkward eye-contact moment in the hall aside, I have come back to a CLEAN DORM?? What is this magical sight my eyes are beholding?? You even disposed of your assorted dustbunnies that you like to heap in a pile at the common area between our doors. Why Sabrina, I am impressed! The power of embarrassment as a motivational factor is brilliant, isn't it.
OH and her reply to my politely! worded note on her door was: "SORRY! (was drunk)" lololol that doesn't make it any less gross, but still. LAWWWWL.
BUT I DO BELIEVE I DRAW THE LINE AT YOUR OPEN, USED AND BLOODY SANITARY NAPKINS LYING FACE OPEN AROUND THE BATHROOM. AND THE BLOOD STAINS ON OUR BATHROOM MAT. SERIOUSLY, THE ONE NAPKIN I JUST THREW AWAY YESTERDAY EVENING WITHOUT A COMMENT. BUT A BLOODY PANTYLINER THIS MORNING, TOO?? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, WOMAN. HAVE YOU RUN OUT? DO YOU NEED SOME MORE? ARE YOU GOING SELECTIVELY BLIND? ARE YOU ACTIVELY TRYING TO MAKE ME BE THE BITCH THAT WILL POST A POST-IT ABOUT THIS ON YOUR DOOR, THUS STARTING OUR PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE FUNTIMES AGAIN? BECAUSE I SO WILL, JESUS CHRIST.
AND MAYBE YOUR HORMONES ARE RUNNING WILD, I MEAN, I HEARD THE SCREAMING MATCH YOU HAD ON THE PHONE AT 8AM, TOO (THANKS FOR THAT BTW, WHO NEEDS SLEEP WHEN YOU'RE JETLAGGY, AMIRITE). BUT LETTING UP ON BASIC SANITARY MEASURES IS NEVER COOL.
WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS TO ME, SABRINA. WHERE IS THE LOVE. OR JUST PEACEFUL COEXISTENCE WHERE WE BOTH TRY TO IGNORE EACH AND EVERY SIGN OF THE OTHER'S EXISTENCE. I AM TOTALLY FINE WITH THAT.
EDITED TO ADD: One awkward eye-contact moment in the hall aside, I have come back to a CLEAN DORM?? What is this magical sight my eyes are beholding?? You even disposed of your assorted dustbunnies that you like to heap in a pile at the common area between our doors. Why Sabrina, I am impressed! The power of embarrassment as a motivational factor is brilliant, isn't it.
OH and her reply to my politely! worded note on her door was: "SORRY! (was drunk)" lololol that doesn't make it any less gross, but still. LAWWWWL.
