(Note: not my roommate)
There comes a time where the little things build up and where you think gosh darn’t! why can’t i live alone? oh right, i live in san francisco. Then in your mind, you list all the things that on its own, it’s not a big deal. But when they happen together, it’s the worst. And you count that list.
Not flushing the toilet after #2
Bringing fleas into the apartment
Cookie crumbs on the floor (not only that, they were from your favorite cookies that you thought that you were going to eat tomorrow)
Leftover food eaten (wasn’t it pretty implicit that food in the fridge that is yours remains yours?)
Asking if you can buy more spoons, because the spoons are all dirty and unwashed
Leaving dirty laundry by your bed (how? it’s not clear.)
Tripping over your things when it was clear that it was a private area
Breaking things in the private area
Breaking the printer
Pulling out DVDs from a carefully ordered pile
Asking questions like “Did you watch [insert a bad movie]?” or “Did you go to San Mateo?” when there is no obvious connection
Being incapable of actually taking feedback and doing something about it
