ironyisadeadscene wrote:
i hate the feeling of something being left to clean when its my job or partially my mess. one of my jobs was to take out the garbage, and one morning, i forgot, and i see my room mate doing it. not a huge deal, he wasnt mad, but it made me feel worthless for a minute. if something needs to be cleaned, and it wasnt specifically my room mates, i did it. dishwasher full, i cleaned and emptied.
another room mate of mine refused to put his dishes in the dishwasher. so i left a note up there asking him not to leave them in the sink. he flipped out and threw the note away. so i got it out and taped it back up. he ripped it, then threw it out again. so i taped it back together and put it up. at this point, it was just hilarious for me and my other room mate to see him flip out. so he gets so angry, he takes the note, burns it, and throws it out. i took out the charred remains and taped it back up. by this time, our other room mate, my best friend since highschool is laughing so hard, as am i, and when he sees the note, thats when all hell broke loose. really funny, actually.
I'm not a clean freak, but I like things orderly. She's the opposite. I was pissed and stubborn over an overflowing garbage I've been changing for the past 3 weeks with that was full of ahem, lady things, that were not mine. Not a crazy request. Aaand I ended up changing it. Maybe I should take a page from your book and like, make gross arrangements with tampons hahaha. Or maybe not