Trying to talk with my roommate about anything serious is an exercise in futility, because either she's too stupid to understand what I'm saying, or she's deliberately letting it all go in one ear and out the other. I can say something 100 different times in 100 different ways or all the same way, and there's no sign in her words that she ( Read more... )

I think one of the most aggravating things about my roommate is her tendency to talk for a little bit, be quiet for a minute or five, then go back to talking where she left off, or repeating what she said every minute or five, or just randomly start talking to me without even giving any warning she's going to do so, especially when I'm just trying ( Read more... )

So today the outside temp was in the low 70's or high 60's or something like that, it was cold enough that when I opened the door, I went back for a hoodie for later. And good thing I did, too, because it got so cold on the way back home that even with the hoodie I was really cold. Not quite freezing my ass off, but enough to worry about catching a ( Read more... )

According to my roommate, there's something in the fridge that's making a horrible smell. She insists it's not anything of hers. But I have been through my own stuff several times and everything I have is either brand new, too dry for anything to be growing in it, or otherwise. Like, she even tried to convince me that fruit preserves can go bad, ( Read more... )

It's weird, but when it comes to bureaucracy, Shao'Kehn - a Chaos Goddess who admits to not being omnipotent or omniscient - is better at dealing with that nonsense than is my roommate's supposedly omnipotent/omniscient Christian God. My roomie has been on the phone with Food Stamps literally all day long, on hold almost the whole time, and ( Read more... )

My roommate, who I sometimes call Djiirah [ʒɪəʳʌ] (short for Zavashlyn Kusahndjiira Kiinbahn [zɒvɒʃlɪn ku:sɒnʒɪəʳʌ ki:nbɒn] ), recently hurt herself on her bike. The injury was bad enough that the only thing that saved her from internal bleeding, and likely saved her life, was fat she'd been building over the past few months from a combo of [grief ( Read more... )

My roommate just came in cradling her arm and looking a mess, and told me she went to Emmanuel Hospital (Portland) and, after being interrogated and made to spell her name (which is Amy) a bunch of times, was refused treatment when she politely asked them to stop making her respell her name and just treat her already. They actually called security ( Read more... )

My roommate Amy and I are a bit opposite in many ways. She's outgoing, I'm not. She's an extrovert and I'm an introvert. When she's cold, I'm melting from the heat. (You'd think being homeless for a time would harden one up a little to cold, but apparently not ( Read more... )