||[Dec. 3rd, 2003|03:56 pm]
fucking cocksucker took my fucking oregano and basil when he moved out
fucking fuck fuck bitch
you can't EAT pasta without basil or oregano.
he didn't just take one, he took BOTH
YES it's been that long since i've cooked pasta. i've been a slacker.
fucking fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
My roomie took my goo gone but left sticky stuff all over the walls. How's that for fucked up. I hoarded over my kitchen things thought, wasn't going to let that happen.
When my second roommate to move out did so, he made a grab for all the spices as well.
We will not go into mine....
oops. i'm bad. the last time i moved (almost a year ago, crazy), i took my good non-stick frying pan, my big pink mixing bowl, my realy nice wooden spoons, the millet, maybe a spice or two, my tea, and probably some other utensils. of course, i told my housemates when i moved in that i would be taking those things back. and i left them a travel mug, spices, whole wheat flour, some cornmeal, and a buttload of fructose.
but see, if they were YOUR things to begin with, isn't that okay?
i mean, i just moved out of my suite, and i took my vacuum cleaner (which IS mine) and the fifty foot phone cord i had leant my bitch of a roommate. and i didn't know where she'd tossed teh former one, so she had to do without until she found it. but it WAS my phone cord.
anyway, point being, if it's yours, i see no problem keeping it. and certainly if you ask/warn, that should also be okay.
Your roomie leaves, but leaves you a whole bunch of junk or clutter.
I hate that. I have a hard enough time keeping track of my own shit. I don't need you being a slob and leaving your crap lying around.
I'm so glad I live with Ro. He's honestly the best 'roomie' I've ever had the pleasure of living with.
whoa! i know and love that icon, i've seen it before and always adored it and was simply too shy to say so (if you can believe that)!!! eeee!! yay! so awesome...
all that aside, that does suck - however i have yet to deal with it because living in college dorms, you hafta take everything home anyway.
jess and i are here talking about how obnoxiously strange that is...