I think, am pretty sure, that he used my soap while I was away. His short and curly type hair were all over it.
yikes, that's so gros. Can't you buy a soap dispenser and use liquid
soap, littlek?
He also burnt the crepes again this morning (as every weekend), filling the house with butter smoke (Yechhcch... so heavy and kind sweet, nauseating to me), not using a fan or opening a window. Just leaving. Then he tried to claim stove was already dirty when I told him I'm going to clean in the kitchen. I wiped it yesterday and haven't cooked anything. Anyway, whatever.
He starts cooking, like a Swiss clokwork, within five minutes of me and lk starting a movie. There's no door between living room and kitchen, just a curtain. And it doesn't matter if it's 11pm, like tonight. He'll just start cooking. Bang, slam, wham! Of course, oil and garlic, no fan, no window open.
Wanker!
...but i'm gonna see him for less than two months now. I'll be gone for four weeks, and it's less than 3 months before he leaves. He can stand on his head and pedal with his ears, as we Slovaks say.
If you two consider at all extending his lease, I'll have a conniption. Pretty silly, connipting when something is not one's business, but still expressive.
So.... when do you advertise for a newbie???
littlek wrote:I think, am pretty sure, that he used my soap while I was away. His short and curly type hair were all over it.
Sorry, but that's pretty funny. I'm sure I would feel different if it were my soap and someone else's curlies, but...
I think most people find this whole ordeal sort of funny in a I'm glad it's not me sort of way. Hell, I do sometimes, myself.
I have a liquid soap at the sink that he uses when he feels he should wash his hands (not often). I never thought he'd use my shower soap. He has his own. It's never happened before - at least if it has, it wasn't so obvious.
Osso, we already have the next roommate. A French girl, friend of a friend, with good references.
Actually, she hasn't been back in touch with Joan, so far as I know.
Oh good, oh good, oh good, assuming that goes ahead. I just had these underlying worries about the possible slow packer, etc.
The French chick isn't moving in! Dangit!
littlek wrote:I think most people find this whole ordeal sort of funny in a I'm glad it's not me sort of way. Hell, I do sometimes, myself.
I have a liquid soap at the sink that he uses when he feels he should wash his hands (not often). I never thought he'd use my shower soap. He has his own. It's never happened before - at least if it has, it wasn't so obvious.
We never had separate shower soap in households.
We bought household soap.
You goils are a whole new world to me.
I know I've had friends use my shower soap, though I try to also have to have fresh towels and fresh soap bar for them, and I've sure used other folk's soap. What's the deal? Me, the bacteriology major, doesn't give a ****, but I think it's a nicety. Hairs on soap, though, is tacky too too,
a general grrrrrrrr.
Unless... possibly... one is recently enamored.
Bacxk to the basics, ladies - I don't like him. And, that's an understatement. I wouldn't mind so much if Dasha used it, or my sister, but he's gross.
I saw his feet during the weekend. Not that he showed them to me. He was in the bathroom, door open as usual, putting his fungus cream on his feet. He had black circles on the bottom of his feet. I don't know what the hell that was, but I wouldn't want him use my anything.
I can only imagine if I moved in, with my manure-laden boots adorning the entryway and my pitchfork leaning against the wall in a haphazard fashion.
You hens would be cackling away at such a rate that I would be unable to sleep.
Yeah, I totally get that after a certain amount of bad will has built up, anything he does is irritating, and it's not necessarily about the objective irritatingness of what he's done, in and of itself.
Fungus cream and black circles though... oh dear.
Well, you hadn't posted yet.
If manure-laden boots that stayed in the entryway was the worst of it though, I'd survive.
I've told you about Naked Guy at the co-op I used to live in, right?
Far, far worse than anything so far. (Well, the black circles are pretty bad.)
Far more avoidable though too, the house had like 25 rooms.
