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~ samedi, janvier 29, 2005 ~

So I came home yesterday afternoon feeling pretty darn good but that changed upon coming home and discovering rotting powdery green oranges on kitchen countertops, a sink full of week-old dishes, and a smart-ass response to the message I left for my roomies on the refrigerator. The relationship between my apartment mates and I have been strained since the beginning of this year, I know. It was foolish of Emil and I to include Tony & Christian into our lease when we had no idea they were how they are. They are cool guys in their own way and it's nice to see that they are true to themselves but... j'en ai assez et j'en ai marre. They really are too much. With the personality differences in Apt 256, it's a wonder that we've been able to be so patient with each other.
I prefer that my apartment be neat. I require that my apartment be clean. It's neither right now. I mean, I can understand exceptions like rush-hour, when there just isn't sufficient time to keep things clean... but my apartment mates seem to have plenty of time! I guess they're too busy being bored and getting drunk? How about those nights when they'd bring their whole party crew here... I cleaned up those vodka & cranberry juice spills, the counters are stained up with pink rings, there were leaves all over the carpet, and yet all I get is sarcastic bullsht from social slobs.
Not once have they swept nor mopped the kitchen. They never take their chinaware from the drying rack so it gets so filled that the cups have to perform balancing acts and glassware falls out and shatters all over the place. We've already lost two glasses. Of course, i can't blame it all on those two. There are other apartment mates that haven't helped much around the kitchen. The oven has never been cleaned by anybody else and the microwave is splatched with brown melted cheese products. I think people are also afraid of emptying out the drain trap so that's full of spoiled food particles & the drain is all clogged up. And now, a new addition to the kitchen... it reaks of the stench of mold and decomposition.
sigh* Where I work, the Newman kitchen is used hundreds of times a week and it still manages to stay fairly clean or reasonably dirty... but this kitchen here.... this is ridiculous.

You really don't know somebody until you live with them. I'm on strike. If they don't clean anything within the next month, all their crusty dirty dishes are going on their beds and the drain trap is going to be emptied onto their toothbrushes... Well maybe i won't really do those... but hey, the longer they don't clean, the more my mind runs with wild ideas.
This kitchen's about as disgusting as finding nail clippings in your taco... or a band-aid in your Rite-Aid iced cream cone... those are true horror stories by the way, but we'll save those for another post... hehe. Goodnight everybody.

~Benjamin 1/29/2005 03:34:00 AM

It's really cool to know that there will probably always be Newman people around to be my friends. Tonight, Andrea, Stephen, & I did our weekly Mishka's thing and Catherine joined us! Three wheels are great but it's always wonderful to have a fourth wheel like Cathie for tea. If anybody is interested in joining us for a relaxing evening at a local café one night, it would certainly be our pleasure! For those of you who don't know Stephen, man ur missing out on a lot of laughs. He's really a great guy... hilarious, I tell you, the splitting end! haha

Andie to Ben: "Are you gonna be studying abroad?
Steve: "I hope not just one!"

hahaha

~Benjamin 1/29/2005 03:17:00 AM