Thoughts about my new housemates part something...
I made dinner at about 9ish, which involved the grating of cheese, and I don't know about you but when I grate cheese there tends to be an overspill. As I was grating cheese into a pan on the gas hob, cheese got on the hob. I left it for 3 hours. Because, well, hobs get pretty hot after you've been cooking on them! And I figured, a little cheese overspill can stay until I come back down later.
So I came back down at 12 to find a(n anonymous, but I have my suspicions!) note on the hob saying "don't think it's so hard to clean up after yourself!"
What the fuck! 3 hours that cheese was there! I know I'm not the cleanest person in the kitchen, but really! And I do my share of washing up and stuff (we tend to operate a wash up your own stuff and then anything else you need that's not been cleaned yet system, so I normally do mine a few hours after I've eaten or the following day- reasonable I think!) And a little bit of cheese is nothing! Cheeky bastard!
And I got a bit pissed off and toyed with the idea of putting a note back that said "It is hard to clean a metal hob after cooking, coz ya know, metal conducts heat.." but I rose above that urge. Instead I got annoyed an managed to splash myself with boiling water from the kettle.
Ah the joys of living with people you don't really know.
Anyways, today I brought lots of interesting books about feminism and stuff. Damn you Blackwells for expanding your gender section from 6 copies of the female enuach and the second sex to a whole self and a half of books that I want NOW! I settled for 4, in a restrained way. And the I brought the L Word series 1 and an Ani Difranco boot arrived in the post for me today. I'm such a fucking lesbian.
In my defense, it's an Ani boot of the show I was supposed to go to in Hamburg if I had moved there, so now it's like I am there. And the L word was on sale. And feminist books don't make you a dyke...
Honest.
So I came back down at 12 to find a(n anonymous, but I have my suspicions!) note on the hob saying "don't think it's so hard to clean up after yourself!"
What the fuck! 3 hours that cheese was there! I know I'm not the cleanest person in the kitchen, but really! And I do my share of washing up and stuff (we tend to operate a wash up your own stuff and then anything else you need that's not been cleaned yet system, so I normally do mine a few hours after I've eaten or the following day- reasonable I think!) And a little bit of cheese is nothing! Cheeky bastard!
And I got a bit pissed off and toyed with the idea of putting a note back that said "It is hard to clean a metal hob after cooking, coz ya know, metal conducts heat.." but I rose above that urge. Instead I got annoyed an managed to splash myself with boiling water from the kettle.
Ah the joys of living with people you don't really know.
Anyways, today I brought lots of interesting books about feminism and stuff. Damn you Blackwells for expanding your gender section from 6 copies of the female enuach and the second sex to a whole self and a half of books that I want NOW! I settled for 4, in a restrained way. And the I brought the L Word series 1 and an Ani Difranco boot arrived in the post for me today. I'm such a fucking lesbian.
In my defense, it's an Ani boot of the show I was supposed to go to in Hamburg if I had moved there, so now it's like I am there. And the L word was on sale. And feminist books don't make you a dyke...
Honest.