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2006-06-15 07:53 pmI just realized that I don't like my new flatmate. At all.
I only met her last Tuesday, and then again just now, when I came back from the supermarket. She was cooking and because our kitchen is small she had to stand in front of the refridgerator:
Me: "I really need to put some things in the fridge right now."
She: "Of course I am going to let you do it right now, but would you mind washing the dishes after you cook?"
Me: "I only do that once a week because I am too busy. But I promise nothing ever started to molder before."
She *mumbles ironically*: "Yeah, sure."
I mean. I am really not that bad. For one thing, I hardly cook and thus it's not as if the kitchen was overflowing with dirt. For another, I have a very good reason not to let my hands near soapy water too often (I got told by a docter.). And she could have ended up with someone like my last flatmate, who actually managed to get his things to molder and stink. Repeatedly. But I guess she won't stop bothering me. She does not strike me as the type who would back down and relax.
Oh, and she took my part of the fridge away from me. Simply moved all my things while I was gone. And her friend, who is over here all of the time anyway, rings the fucking doorbell each morning when I still want to sleep.
I really don't like her.
I only met her last Tuesday, and then again just now, when I came back from the supermarket. She was cooking and because our kitchen is small she had to stand in front of the refridgerator:
Me: "I really need to put some things in the fridge right now."
She: "Of course I am going to let you do it right now, but would you mind washing the dishes after you cook?"
Me: "I only do that once a week because I am too busy. But I promise nothing ever started to molder before."
She *mumbles ironically*: "Yeah, sure."
I mean. I am really not that bad. For one thing, I hardly cook and thus it's not as if the kitchen was overflowing with dirt. For another, I have a very good reason not to let my hands near soapy water too often (I got told by a docter.). And she could have ended up with someone like my last flatmate, who actually managed to get his things to molder and stink. Repeatedly. But I guess she won't stop bothering me. She does not strike me as the type who would back down and relax.
Oh, and she took my part of the fridge away from me. Simply moved all my things while I was gone. And her friend, who is over here all of the time anyway, rings the fucking doorbell each morning when I still want to sleep.
I really don't like her.
