"Oh... That wasn't me."
I cleaned up bigtime today. The Flatmate came home, smoking a cigarette and coughing. She's got the flu apparently, and hasn't been to work for three days. Fuckall wrong with her that I could see.
The enquiry about the amount of unwashed dishes in the sink was brushed off effortlessly. The discussion about the broken vacuum cleaner was brief. Then I asked her about leavnig the washing machine on.
"Oh... That wasn't me."
In the immortal words of Aristotle: "What the FUCK?"
She was the only person in The Habitat for the last four days!
o_O
... or was she...?
posted at 21:48
9 Comments:
But didn't you say she never uses the washing machine? Or was that the old one?
Fault the logic in that, anonymous of Thursday!
Love and kisses,
Panda; spreading love and joy throughout the blogosphere
can't you get rid of the flatmate??? actually, don't do that cos then there would be no 'I hate my flatmate' blog
She denies everything of every doing anything wrong or making mistakes? Wow, she sounds like a perferct candidate to work for the George W. Bush Administration!!! Send her over her across the pond, we need more incompetence in our government.
God forbid one does something proactive like getting rid of a flatmate one doesn't like.
How would one work on one getting published for having a blog? At least Bell DeJour was amusing.
I like your blog. I am well versed in the crappy room mate area. I do have a question though -- I love the art used in many of your previous posts- I know you said your friend designed it and wants to stay anonymous, but I would like to copy one of the pictures to possibly use on my own blog -- and I would like to do so and give credit for where I got it-- is it ok to copy the pictures? How do I give credit? Do I just link back to your blog? Thanks.
oh i loooove your blog!!!
Hows this for an " It wasnt me?" I came home from a weekend at my boyfriends place, went upstairs for a well deserved sleep and lo and behold, my doona or duvet if you will had disappeared! When asked about the whereabouts of my doona/duvet my flatmate answered that she had no idea, maybe I had left it somewhere! I then asked her whether she had friends over that weekend which she replied in the affirmative but "Nobody would have taken your doona! Thats crazy!' The doona never turned up and she commented that it was "quite a mystery" but it must have been MY FAULT. ????? I moved out soon after.
What a great blog... your flat mate sounds like a right ****.
Maybe one day you should print this all off to show your flat mate. - All this negativity in one hit would hopefully destroy them .
I like your blog. I am well versed in the crappy room mate area. I do have a question though .I love the art used in many of your previous posts.
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