I had left one of my cereal bowls in the kitchen sink and forgotten about it (I normally do all my dishes as I use them, it turns out that’s easier). This bowl sat there for days and this morning I walked out to find a note next to the sink asking me to wash my bowl.
I fucking hate notes. So even though this note was fair, it still drove me nuts. So I texted Cambridge asking her to just talk to me next time. She responded…
Yes. Or would you also consider a bloody hand print on your window? Too enigmatic?
I wrote back and told her that the hand print would at least give me an outlet for profit because I could write about it. This was at about 11am.
About ten minutes ago, long after I had forgotten about this exchange, there was a very loud “thunk” on my window that caused me to leap out of my chair and to shit my pants before I had landed back in it. I looked up to see…
So let that be a lesson kids: good roommates resolve conflicts with blood.
I know the most awesome people. I’ll miss the shit out of her when I move away.