k, resolved.

had big long talk with roommate.

we no longer want to stab each other.

that is all.

(20/20 HINDSIGHT: this was obviously temporary.)

I came home to find all my stuff from the living room piled in a corner in the dining room.

I feel... really fucking violated. That c---bag needs to fall out the window.

I am trying so hard not to stoop to her level of bitchy notes.

Elevators broken. I live on the TOP FLOOR.

Cut because I swear. A lot.

This situation has moved beyond Asking Nicely.

Me: "You need to clean the kitchen. It's disgusting, and it's been that way for a week, and I cannot live like that."
CBW:* "Oh, yeah, I'll get to that, I thought I was doing a good job."
Me: "Well, you haven't. The countertops always have stuff on them, and it's gross."
CBW: "Well I've been extremely busy this week**, I'll get to it."
Me: "I've been busy, too, but I manage to clean up after myself and do my dishes."
CBW: "Well on that note, can you take out the trash that's been sitting in the hall for like a week?"
Me: "I'll get to it, but when you asked me before, Boyfriend and I were on our way out the door to go to my sister's birthday party and we had our hands full." (Seriously, I had my suitcase full of laundry, textbooks, a huge casserole dish of un-iced cupcakes, and two bowls of icing.)

(* = C---bag Whore)
(** = We are in all of the exact same classes.)


Interesting note: since I instituted the "all my stuff goes on a tray" policy, I can be 100% certain that the mess is completely hers. Like, α=0.

Also, from the original email:

"3.) I can be a very respectful flatmate. I do tend to be messy, but I keep the mess to my room, I keep the bathroom clean, and always wash my dishes (HATE seeing messy sinks)"

Really? You always wash your dishes? Because it sure looks like they just kinda sit in the sink, on every counter, and on the stove.

Daily.

I keep hearing my toilet flush.

Isn't this a 2-bathroom apartment?

Yes, yes it is.

What fun. I kind of want to tie up my bathroom from 7-9 am tomorrow, just because it's my bathroom and I can. If the flushing continues, I will have to constantly remind the user to put in a maintenance request for the other bathroom.

Should not be an issue, honestly.

REDACTED:
Well, the mail key is missing. Awesome. I saw it on a keychain earlier today, and by keychain I mean in addition to the one marked MAIL that stays separated from the usual keys. So instead of being able to retrieve MY mail from the past WEEK, I have to wait on another party in order to get the mail key. WTF.

When I started eating my peas, I realized, after a bite, that the fork I was using was dirty. EW. I know it was a fork I had used to eat eggs and cheese last week, but often the dishes make it into the dishwasher without having been scrubbed in order to remove... egg and cheese... despite my bringing it up as a problem that needs to be addressed from time to time... and more specifically, I leave particularly gross things that are not mine in the sink, and I expect the same in return. Really, it is my mess, I will clean it up.

Still fighting the urge to throw up. I ate the rest of the peas with a spoon. I couldn't get over the texture of the egg/cheese between the tines of the fork. I suspect I will be eating with spoons for awhile, in fact.

And the door to the other bedroom isn't closed completely so the wind keeps hitting it against the door frame. Awesome. Time for earplugs.
--END REDACTION.

4:19 am - New strategy: I will let her live in her filth. I will be using my yellow tray as a mobile countertop, and I will wash the entire thing and store it between uses, specifically because it is bound to get pretty gross on the bottom. So if she wants to leave a fucking avocado out for eight hours, then she can do so. I am also going to request that she contribute anything at all to the kitchen, like a second cutting board. And, the eggshells, fruit rinds, and teabags she leaves in the sink make her responsible for putting in the maintenance requests when the disposal dies. *sweet smile*

That door is pissing me off, though. It continually slams against the door frame, which shakes the entire apartment.

War of the Kitchen

Made cupcakes last night for my sister's birthday.

I cleaned the kitchen before, i cleaned the kitchen after. I had two items that I wanted to let dry overnight because they were handwash-only and also way too big to fit in the dishwasher: the mixer bowl and the cupcake tray. I had placed them on a clean dishtowel which was placed on the clean counter and propped the items against the wall, where they remain today.

Also on the clean dish towel are a set of keys that do not belong to me or boyfriend. WTF. WHO DOES THAT?! Note as well that the dish towel takes up an area that is 12x18ish, and there is counter space all around it as well as hooks by the door for keys. argh.

Note: I am now referring to actions of that Creature That Lives in my Apartment in passive voice.

There are also tomatoes and like seaweed all over one segment of the counters, and I doubt it will be cleaned sufficiently when I get back from the birthday party that starts at 4.

I'm icing the cupcakes at my destination.

Great quote from my idiot roommate in Contracts today:

Creature: "Ok, so, I'm confused, it seems like all this jargon just confuses things... 'consideration,' and 'detriment'---"
Prof. Contracts: "Well I didn't make those up, they're in the Restatement."

Note: "consideration" and "detriment" have Big, Fancy Legal Meanings. That have been drilled into our heads since the first day of orientation.

i hate my roommate.

I went to sleep for a nap at 5 and woke up just now, partially because That Creature WOULD. NOT. STFU. *twitch* there is a line. that creature just crossed it.

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Roommate left a 60w incandescent bulb on all day. Awesome. For reference, the kitchen, my bathroom, and my bedroom all have CFLs. I told her to go buy some, but she hasn't. She also fills up the tea kettle to make... a single small cup of tea. Dumb c-bag...