First of all let's applaud my use of the title. Clap it up, clap it up, everybody!! I didn't write for a whole week because I had a lot of assignments to do. A 1500 word essay on poisons and a movie review. Assignments week or the title for short. I almost choked on the proverbial poison that was my essay. Sure it came out better than I expected but it still almost killed me. I was frantic the entire week, surely my blood pressure rose by a couple of RPMs. Also, the thing I was dreading for happened finally. A new roommate.
Introducing himself as Sri Lankan but actually South Indian, he has left me craving for privacy once again. I don't actually mind having a roommate to be honest, but spending hours in a congested room with another person is too much for me to handle. Of course he does me gratitude by spending time on the apartment couch, yet every night I have to sleep not 50 cm away from his bed. He uses few of my things, again something I have no problem with, but its the way he uses it that drives me nuts. He burnt my beautiful new pan the third day he arrived, he attempted to clean my spatula with his bathing towel (WTF), and he uses my oil and milk fervently. The last two things I can understand since I drink his orange juice. Sometimes I wonder that writing about people that have access to this blog, would it damage any understanding between us, in some cases destroy the relationship? I haven't written anything damaging yet I guess, so I have yet to find out. Hmm, as an experiment I am willing to put up some damaging things.
Introducing himself as Sri Lankan but actually South Indian, he has left me craving for privacy once again. I don't actually mind having a roommate to be honest, but spending hours in a congested room with another person is too much for me to handle. Of course he does me gratitude by spending time on the apartment couch, yet every night I have to sleep not 50 cm away from his bed. He uses few of my things, again something I have no problem with, but its the way he uses it that drives me nuts. He burnt my beautiful new pan the third day he arrived, he attempted to clean my spatula with his bathing towel (WTF), and he uses my oil and milk fervently. The last two things I can understand since I drink his orange juice. Sometimes I wonder that writing about people that have access to this blog, would it damage any understanding between us, in some cases destroy the relationship? I haven't written anything damaging yet I guess, so I have yet to find out. Hmm, as an experiment I am willing to put up some damaging things.
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