Monday, March 22, 2010
I am so angry. I want to punch things. I want to scream and howl and cuss until I have no voice! I want to light my head on fire and rub my fiery self all over every asshole I've ever met. I am not really going to do that. I am going to take deep breaths, and then I am going to read House of Leaves.
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May an old fart ask what has got you so riled without it coming across as sexual predation?
ReplyDeleteroommate troubles, sir.
ReplyDeleteI feel like I ought to elaborate: I live in a house with a roommate who doesn't remember to wash his dishes. What's more, once he's put a dish in the sink, he promptly forgets that it was ever his to wash and then gets angry at me for having left all of "my" dishes in the sink. I don't think he's blaming me to get out of washing his own dishes- I think he has a legitimate memory problem where things he doesn't want to do are misremembered as someone else's responsibility. It's intensely frustrating.
ReplyDeleteI had the same issue with a roommate once--back in the early 70s it was. The guy slept without sheets or pillowcases, had brown stains on his shorts (sorry for being gross), and never did the dishes. Finally, we cornered him and told him to straighten up. He did the dishes once, but managed to send the dishcloth down the drain to the garbage disposal, putting the kitchen sink out of commission for a week until the landlord could get it fixed. I think he did it on purpose.
ReplyDeleteI should add that this guy was a D&D freak (dungeons and dragons, you know) and died when he fell from a rock face while wearing a black cape.
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