Any bathroom without a hole in the ceiling is a big improvement. No roommates! All the hair in the drain will be mine!
To reach those top cupboards, I'm going to have to invest in a stool. Or a step ladder. Or a crane.
No roommates! All of the nasty, decaying food in the fridge will be my nasty decaying food!
The front room aka Living Room/Bedroom/Foyer/Study. Note the bars on the window: we don't fool around in Brooklyn.
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Note To The Jury:
Contrary to the spiteful epithets of one Ms. Martira, the festering wounds that are the inside of our refrigerator, our living room, our ugly hallway floor, are, ironically mostly due to sloth of her majesty herself, not us. We are, as roommates, rather well house-trained, rather uncluttered, and prone to the occasional bout of obsessive cleaning, for good measure.
Also please note: The hair that lines our drain is most often neither dirty-blonde nor brunette; leaving but one fair culprit.
The Defense Rests.
-Caroline H Dworin
AKA: Princess Of Darkness.
Yowza. I hope your roommate is being funny or else your last few days there sound tense.
Cute apartment though! I loved living alone!
P.S. I am new to your blog, and I like it!
Hey, my name is cupcake too! I can't wait to check out your blog! Don't worry about the roommate, she's kind of a sociopath. Really. And who cares, I'm moving!!!
Leah, who knew that is how you spell "Salchow"? I always thought is was "sow cow" and had a bovine origin. Although that didn't seem right, because how graceful are cows? I learn something new everyday.
Irony = A real tough concept to grasp, huh?
-POD
Very nice!
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