Yeah, she needs to live in a place with a bedroom with a door.

I mean, I'm an extrovert, and I had a really hard time sharing a dorm room my freshman year. I had had my own bedroom my entire life, and it was a huge adjustment. Plus, I was 500 miles away from home for the first time in my life, and the only person who went to college in NC from my high school. PLUS, my mom was diagnosed with cancer three weeks after I got here. I wanted a private place to cry, too. But I would never have asked my roommate not to be in her space.

I really like my privacy and alone time, and I know you have to use the kitchen but there's also not a more private place for me to go but my room."

...Which is why she shouldn't have moved into a place where she knew there was no door between her room and the kitchen! I mean, I do feel for her, but it's just not reasonable to request that someone not "linger" in a common space, especially one that gets so much regular use, like the kitchen. For a day or two, for a specific reason, OK. For all the time? That just doesn't work.

She is being totally unreasonable.

I am a person who really needs alone time and privacy, so I can understand where she's coming from.

However, because I know this about myself I also have never lived with a roommate (except for living with my parents as an adult on different occasions). Just thinking about sharing living space with a stranger or acquaintance makes me tense up.

If she should know better than to move into a shotgun house with no door on the bedroom.

...Which is why she shouldn't have moved into a place where she knew there was no door between her room and the kitchen!

I'm with Kate on this one 100%.

There is an old saying, "You buy your ticket, you take your ride."

If she expected to have a cocoon, she should have moved into a cocoon, not expect smonster to knit her one!

Next week, you'll have to stop "lingering" in the bathroom.

(it's Bitches - I'm being bitchy)

Next week, you'll have to stop "lingering" in the bathroom.

(it's Bitches - I'm being bitchy)

::loves Toddson so very much::

(snorgles Barb)

So, she has her own bedroom (even if it lacks a door), but that's not enough? I mean, it's not like "lacks a door" means that it's all one room, does it? We're just talking doorway-with-no-door? If so, she needs to fuck off. (If it's all one room, well, I guess I can see suggesting you eat in the living room...but in that case maybe it's a bad idea to have a roommate?)

Hey All, checking in from the other side of the SAN DIEGO COUNTY BLACKOUT. We survived fine and, other than feeling compelled to eat a disturbing amount of ice cream for dinner to keep it from melting, unscathed. I understand there was gnashing of teeth and tearing of hair from football fans, though.

I loved that the NYTimes article I was readingending with a group having a blockwide barbecue to eat perishables but while they had meat and beer, woe they could not watching the game.

I got email from my aunt that their oldest was playing beer pong by the pool. By candlelight. Then I freaked because he's a kid! Except he's nineteen and this was the uncle who'd give me wee glasses of wine growing up. That said, healthiest attitude toward drinking in that family so it was mostly me realizing that I am old. They have power back as of late this mornign and are realizing they need to reevaluate their disaster planning because phones didn't work and news was all through Twitter in retrospect.

I haven't heard any horror stories beyong massive traffic and commutes so maybe this will encourage people to plan. It made me realize I don't know if I could find immediate local news on Twitter and I know I don't any local radio stations at all. I do have flashlights and !!!!! Fire extinguishers (thanks, mom!)

meara, from what I gather, her room is between the kitchen and the rest of the house? So that means Smonster has to go through roomie's bedroom to get to the kitchen.

I could never deal with any side of that equation. But I'm one of the least flexible Buffista types (when it comes to personal space) so that comes as no surprise.

BTW, Tom Scola is an excellent houseguest who is so bent on not bothering me that when I was in my bedroom this morning (door open), answering work emails, he texted me from the kitchen to ask about composting.

Might be my favorite text ever.