I've got a cold, and my sinuses and ear are all stuffed up. It hurts, and it's making me dizzy, and everything I hear sounds all weird. I do not like this.
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Epic, sending out the kitty~ma for Domino. And some extra ~ma for Domino's human.
Sparky I MISSED IT. Wah.
I don't have the Craig oost, but that's a lovely story. We like the nice human.s
Uggh. It may still be summer outside, but it's approaching glacial in my house. Now she won't even be in the kitchen the same time as me. I think she's waiting until I'm out of there to even cook dinner. I'm going to send an email tomorrow to see what's up, if I did anything in particular to piss her off, and see if she wants to look at moving out. Yes, it would be more assertive to just talk to her, but I don't have the spoons for an argument.
I've been living with roommates for seventeen years, never had an issue like this. WTF.
In better news, Frankie seems to be a lot better. Yay meds.
Is it too early to shower and go to bed?
if I did anything in particular to piss her off,
smonster, you didn't. She might make something up, but this is totally on her. At this point, a normal person would have said 'hey, you know that time when I was sleeping and you decided to play Queen at top volume and dance around the kitchen in your team USA hardhat? That was kind of difficult for me." She's making you feed her crazy. DON'T FEED THE CRAZY. It's your house. She's subletting from you and this is not your failure. The email should read "I don't think this is working out - I'd like to open this space up again. Please be on your way crazy girl and stop making me second guess my fabulous self."
Signed, Been there. Fell for that. Fuck that.
She's making you feed her crazy. DON'T FEED THE CRAZY. It's your house. She's subletting from you and this is not your failure
Sox is so, so right. You didn't do anything, she is being unreasonable and a bad roommate.
Thanks, y'all. She is actually on the lease, though I was here first, so it's not really a sublet. But I can't deal with this for another three months! IDEK.
What Sox said!
Also:
you decided to play Queen at top volume and dance around the kitchen in your team USA hardhat?
I want to sign up for this dance party.
Yes, it would be more assertive to just talk to her, but I don't have the spoons for an argument.
I doubt it will be an argument, since she doesn't want to communicate. I think emailing and texting is just feeding into her antisocial pity party. Go in the kitchen when she's in there and ask her point blank WTF? I think it's fair for you to say how what she's doing makes you feel.
I am not a confrontational person at all, even.
The email should read "I don't think this is working out - I'd like to open this space up again. Please be on your way crazy girl and stop making me second guess my fabulous self."
What Sox said, except the end of this should read, "Please be on your way crazy girl or my blinvisible friends will show up and give you what for because they don't like me second guessing my fabulous self."
I mean, seriously, do it in whatever manner is best for your peace of mind, but definitely, for your overall peace of mind, you need to get that craxy beeyotch out.
ION, I totally made an awesome pantry/fridge meal tonight. Was feeling lazy and didn't want to do anything too strenuous, so took a package of Bear Creek creamy wild rice soup (love the Bear Creek soups), sautéed mushrooms, garlic, a can of diced roasted tomatoes, a couple of packages of grilled chicken, and a poblano pepper that I blistered over the burner and diced. Added lots of different southwestern spices, threw it in the soup and simmered for ten minutes. Served it with a dollop of Mexican sour cream, some shredded cheese, and tortilla chips on the side and called it NOM.