Filed under: cat, cleaning, conversation, jen | Tags: cat, crap, domino and bullseye, roommate
Dear roommate…
We’ve had this conversation several times before, I’ve asked you several times to reprimand your cat for things such as… teaching them right from wrong. But apparently, you don’t listen to me and it goes through one ear and out other. Your cat once again, shit in my bathtub obviously you’ve never taught your cat to go in the kitty box or it only does so when it wants to. And the solution to the problem is not to tell me to close my bathroom door. And anytime I have brought this problem up you have brushed it off or told me just close your door. Therefore, when your gone on your vacation this next week and a half. I’ll be the one to teach your cat something perhaps it’s not nice to pee, or crap on other people’s stuff or maybe I’ll just let him crap all over your things and see how you like it.
sincerely,
your roommate
Normally on any given day somebody else cooks I’m like “hooray!…yay! I don’t have to worry…” I usually love it when any of my roommates cook. Well, I’m making it a rule that under no circumstances should I ever eat anything Jen makes this only occurring to me after gagging on a few pieces of what I thought were chicken and really weren’t and still as of right now I have no idea what they were. I don’t care to know after two times of this happening I put the bowl down and deemed her food inedible or maybe I just get grossed out way too easily. Anybody else get super grossed out when you chew on pieces of what you think were chicken but in reality it was the fat from the chicken…or the skin?
There are two types of hogs in my point of view. The animal and then the animal who doesn’t like to share. My problem is the latter. The mammoth (Jen) is hogging the Xbox, and playing my game to boot. I figured eventually she would get exhausted from playing. No, she played straight through till midnight. I got home at 8:15pm from my second job and I would of thought that would be plenty of time to get some game playing out of her system. Fat Chance on my part. I think it’s funny how all the games they have are mine and how I never get to play any of them. I think the only game I’ve beat is Katamari, and I have fifty billion others I want to play, but nobody wants to let me.
You know what stinks, is when you manage to find what you think is a half drunk bottle of mountain dew and you get all excited in anticipation you rush into work at 6am thinking “mmm…caffeine..” that you shove it in the freezer waiting for it to become ice cold. I finally took a sip just now and was saddened to find it was water. WATER?! Yes, it’s water. Ice cold water. The anticipation of thinking it was an ice cold mountain dew makes me sad that it just wasn’t.
Filed under: jen, weird | Tags: canned tuna, mammoth jen, refridgerator, rob, sesame street song
I get home from a long day at my second job. I come home in search of something to quench my thirst. I walk into the kitchen and as I open the fridge I find something that even sesame street would say…
…”One of these things is not like the others,
One of these things just doesn’t belong,
Can you tell which thing is not like the others
By the time I finish my song?”…
Of course, I have to call all three of my roommates over to say, “okay…now I’m not drunk or delirious what just doesn’t belong in here?” Of course, Rob is dumb-founded at the ridiculous-ness in the fridge. He knows, he sees. All of a sudden out of the corner of my sight I hear fits of giggles coming from my mammoth roommate Jen. Ah, ha! We have a winner. And for the people at home wondering…There was tuna in the fridge, now I don’t mean tuna that is just sitting in the fridge already made. I mean there is a can of tuna in the refrigerator. Not one, but two cans!!! Last I checked canned food goes into cupboards. Does anyone put cans of tuna in their fridge? because according to Jen everybody does it, and of course I had to say “Oh, really?” and ask the question here…
