Day 3 of insta-roomate adventure.
No I don't like it, I want her gone. She's already getting on my nerves. I can't be at home in my home, and I don't like it. I had a whole bunch of plans for this week and they are all falling apart. Frig I was gonna do massive overhaulin' of HerHeat.com and use my new negative scanner AND freakin' new ink cartriges I just spent a small fortune on. But alas NO..since her makeshift bed is takin' up the whole office *this* (6:21 am) is the only real time I get to be on my comp and be alone. Yesterday I wanted to update the site and come browse around here, and what does she do? Pulls up a chair next to me and watches what I'm doing.
Her food is taking up so much room in my fridge and I don't see her eating any of it.
Yesterday she especially calls me at work (which he never does) to tell me that she just had a huge lunch and won't be eating supper.
I'm thinking, uh ODD but okay...
The cherry on the cake. Her freaking shower stuff is all over the shower/bathroom. Her showercap, soaps, etc etc are all over my shower. Ok here's where you see how anal I actually am. It was drilled into my head since I was a kid (by my dad) to never leave bottles or things around the bathtub especially after a shower where they are wet..cuz it creates extra moisture and leads to mold etc. Well her stuff is all over the place...and I don't like touching other people's personal hygene thangs if you catch my drift.
Arg, I know I sound like a total psycho, and I may be a worse person for hating this so much, but I dunno. Sorry. I guess I just feel like a fish in a small bowl which someone has dropped a shoe, and I have to swim around the bloody thing. I will have to try to make her understand that my hospitality was for a WEEK (finishing this friday).
Oh! One more thing and I'll let this hellishly long complainy journal end. The whole reason for this disaster is because the girl didn't pay her electricity bill for a couple of months ( ) ok so I'm guessing she has a money management problem cuz she has a decent job. Well yesterday she comes in and gives me this huge box in which contains a tacky as hell cookie jar. She says it's to thank me for putting up with her. I'm thinking to myself..."no, really, keep the freaking thing, save your money and get out of here sooner, please!". *sigh* ok i'm done bitching...if you've read the whole thing, reward yourself with 5 Cathedra Kisses. 
No I don't like it, I want her gone. She's already getting on my nerves. I can't be at home in my home, and I don't like it. I had a whole bunch of plans for this week and they are all falling apart. Frig I was gonna do massive overhaulin' of HerHeat.com and use my new negative scanner AND freakin' new ink cartriges I just spent a small fortune on. But alas NO..since her makeshift bed is takin' up the whole office *this* (6:21 am) is the only real time I get to be on my comp and be alone. Yesterday I wanted to update the site and come browse around here, and what does she do? Pulls up a chair next to me and watches what I'm doing.
Her food is taking up so much room in my fridge and I don't see her eating any of it.
Yesterday she especially calls me at work (which he never does) to tell me that she just had a huge lunch and won't be eating supper.
I'm thinking, uh ODD but okay...
The cherry on the cake. Her freaking shower stuff is all over the shower/bathroom. Her showercap, soaps, etc etc are all over my shower. Ok here's where you see how anal I actually am. It was drilled into my head since I was a kid (by my dad) to never leave bottles or things around the bathtub especially after a shower where they are wet..cuz it creates extra moisture and leads to mold etc. Well her stuff is all over the place...and I don't like touching other people's personal hygene thangs if you catch my drift.
Arg, I know I sound like a total psycho, and I may be a worse person for hating this so much, but I dunno. Sorry. I guess I just feel like a fish in a small bowl which someone has dropped a shoe, and I have to swim around the bloody thing. I will have to try to make her understand that my hospitality was for a WEEK (finishing this friday).
Oh! One more thing and I'll let this hellishly long complainy journal end. The whole reason for this disaster is because the girl didn't pay her electricity bill for a couple of months (
) ok so I'm guessing she has a money management problem cuz she has a decent job. Well yesterday she comes in and gives me this huge box in which contains a tacky as hell cookie jar. She says it's to thank me for putting up with her. I'm thinking to myself..."no, really, keep the freaking thing, save your money and get out of here sooner, please!". *sigh* ok i'm done bitching...if you've read the whole thing, reward yourself with 5 Cathedra Kisses. VIEW 14 of 14 COMMENTS
shann71:
LOL Holy your week sounds worse than mine! She got her electricity cut off.....? And moved into your place? You are WAY too nice, though my husband's friend stayed with us once for uhhhhh 6 months. LOL d'oh
paradogmatic:
You can come crash here 
You can come crash here