Roommate #2

So it didn’t take long for my roommate to piss me off again.

She did good for a while, no fights, no staying in the bathroom for hours in the morning, no fighting over the washing machine. But I knew this peace period wouldn’t last long.

So couple days back I made a tray full of cinnamon rolls. And by this time I ate them, obviously. And as any normal person would, I soaked off the caked on sugar in the sink and then I shoved it in the dishwasher.

Oh me oh my. That got her cranky. Why? Because her pissy little plate didn’t fit into a spot. So she texted me about washing the baking tray in my hands so that more plates could fit. You mean to tell me I have to wash a fucking BAKING TRAY in my hands, rather than your lazy ass washing a singular tiny plate which ever only held a single piece of toast and a banana. The thing is after I grabbed the plate it fit into the dishwasher just fine if it was at a slight angle.

Like fuck off. I’m not doing that. 

So I told her the dishwasher is made to wash dishes, so I won’t be washing the tray in my hands. So I turned the dishwasher on and left.

Fuck you bitch. And fuck your tiny ass plate.