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sigmastolenoh so the passive-aggressive note
was about kitchen stuff, natch. i was rinsing my dishes from breakfast when i realised the sink wasn't draining properly. so i looked down the drain and, lo and behold, there is an eggshell (seriously, the shell of an entire egg) and a sticker from some kind of fruit sitting in the garbage disposal. (add to this, if you will, the fact that i picked some soggy spinach and about four fruit stickers off of one of the filters in the dishwasher this weekend.)
so i growled and ran the dishwasher and then wrote a note about (1) running the dishwasher when you put stuff down it, and i'm so tired of having that conversation, and (2) eggshells and fruit stickers do not belong in the dishwasher, the trash can is really not that far away. on her notepad which she had left out on the table (along with FIFTY MILLION OTHER THINGS INCLUDING LIKE 6 CDS AND 2 PURSES WTF).
I got home late last night and she was working on something and I had stuff to work on and we were alternately on the phone (mostly her, but I talked to my mum briefly) and I was listening to music with headphones on, so we didn't really interact and she didn't say anything about the note.
I really don't know if I can do this until June. Mum says that I should live in LB and commute to summer school (which I'll have to do for the first time ever for a couple school of ed classes), and I don't really want to because that's a hell of a commute, and I like my apartment (though it'll be damn hot in the summer), but I also don't want to keep living with Flatmate for that long.
and then, after i wrote the note, i was all, 'shit, the internet mocks people like me.' sigh.
was about kitchen stuff, natch. i was rinsing my dishes from breakfast when i realised the sink wasn't draining properly. so i looked down the drain and, lo and behold, there is an eggshell (seriously, the shell of an entire egg) and a sticker from some kind of fruit sitting in the garbage disposal. (add to this, if you will, the fact that i picked some soggy spinach and about four fruit stickers off of one of the filters in the dishwasher this weekend.)
so i growled and ran the dishwasher and then wrote a note about (1) running the dishwasher when you put stuff down it, and i'm so tired of having that conversation, and (2) eggshells and fruit stickers do not belong in the dishwasher, the trash can is really not that far away. on her notepad which she had left out on the table (along with FIFTY MILLION OTHER THINGS INCLUDING LIKE 6 CDS AND 2 PURSES WTF).
I got home late last night and she was working on something and I had stuff to work on and we were alternately on the phone (mostly her, but I talked to my mum briefly) and I was listening to music with headphones on, so we didn't really interact and she didn't say anything about the note.
I really don't know if I can do this until June. Mum says that I should live in LB and commute to summer school (which I'll have to do for the first time ever for a couple school of ed classes), and I don't really want to because that's a hell of a commute, and I like my apartment (though it'll be damn hot in the summer), but I also don't want to keep living with Flatmate for that long.
and then, after i wrote the note, i was all, 'shit, the internet mocks people like me.' sigh.
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Date: 2009-11-11 03:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-11 05:36 am (UTC)