More Roommate Drama
Remember the ice cream I specifically asked my roommate NOT to eat? The ice cream that she ate anyway? The ice cream that I then wrote "SARA'S, Not For Sharing" on the lid of in big black Sharpie letters so she'd be sure to see?
She ate MORE of it.
Un-fucking-believable. Have I been living in an alternate universe where NO means YES and no one thought to inform me? Or maybe it's Opposite Day, since that was so much fun in second grade.
So I left her a paragraph-long mean note on the fridge about her utter lack of respect for the one item of food I asked her not to eat, seeing as how I paid for it all by myself. I added in there that, really, I'd paid for pretty much ALL the food in the apartment by myself, and she'd made no effort to pay me back as we'd agreed to in advance...so why could she not keep her hands of the ONE food item I asked her not to eat, for Chrissake? I also noted how ridiculous it is that she's left an overflowing bag of garbage sitting there for at least the last week and a half and can't find time to take it out, considering she HAS NO JOB.
I left her another mean note in the bathroom about the giant hairball by the sink and the menstrual blood she's left smeared on the toilet seat for the last two weeks. That's disgusting, and I'm not about to clean up her bodily fluids.
It's a good thing I'm pet-sitting for Sam this weekend. I'm staying at her apartment.
She ate MORE of it.
Un-fucking-believable. Have I been living in an alternate universe where NO means YES and no one thought to inform me? Or maybe it's Opposite Day, since that was so much fun in second grade.
So I left her a paragraph-long mean note on the fridge about her utter lack of respect for the one item of food I asked her not to eat, seeing as how I paid for it all by myself. I added in there that, really, I'd paid for pretty much ALL the food in the apartment by myself, and she'd made no effort to pay me back as we'd agreed to in advance...so why could she not keep her hands of the ONE food item I asked her not to eat, for Chrissake? I also noted how ridiculous it is that she's left an overflowing bag of garbage sitting there for at least the last week and a half and can't find time to take it out, considering she HAS NO JOB.
I left her another mean note in the bathroom about the giant hairball by the sink and the menstrual blood she's left smeared on the toilet seat for the last two weeks. That's disgusting, and I'm not about to clean up her bodily fluids.
It's a good thing I'm pet-sitting for Sam this weekend. I'm staying at her apartment.