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2007-10-18 - 10:53 a.m.
Sigh. Those situations happen and so many things come to mind that I can't even talk. What am I going to say? "Yeah, you're a fucking slob and your excessive shit is always encroaching on my 25% of the room."? No, probably not. So I just shrug. Non committal. That's the way to go. Definitely not going to cause me to explode some random day in the future. Also, I have a suspicion that she is the one who reset my computer screensaver/password protection to make it so it doesn't come on anymore. And has read this diary. Roommate, Einstein, if you have, life is about to get really bad. What have I told you about touching my shit?
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