Carley's back.
The walls in our flat are as thin as our cupboard doors; it's suprising they don't fall through when you lean on them. It also means that if someone sneezes, the person next door feels awfully conflicted whether or not to say 'bless you'.
Anyway, the apartment door slammed open and shut this morning and shortly afterwards someone turned their shower on.
In all likeliness it is Carley, as she is more than a little OCD about her showers, as I discovered during the week we had no water. I, and a (frighteningly small actually) selection of others were worried about the effect it would have on our health, whereas she spent the time running her fingers through her hair, moaning about how missing one of her (two) showers a day would turn her into some kind of a tramp.
Hell of a narcissist...I have yet to see her take out the rubbish, clean the pots or wash the kitchen. All she cares about is making herself pretty for her boyfriend, who I swear materialises through the floor. Skye says he's sweet, but that's probably because she's acceptable by his standards - he has yet to talk to me and I know exactly why.
Whenever he's in the flat, they disappear into her room (paper thin walls, you get the picture). They only come out to cook - usually him doing all the work, all she can do is pizza. Anyway, if I have the bad luck of stumbling into the kitchen when they're in there, I ponder what she sees in such a male chauvinist, who insults both her appearance and her intelligence.
The reason he doesn't talk to me? I don't wear make up and a belt for a skirt.
At christmas, we knew it was just going to be her and her scuzz of a boyfriend so we left three large bags of rubbish in the kitchen. Even if they didn't take them out, they'd still be left with the aroma of rotting pizza box. When I got back in January the bags were still there and on the coffee table was at least 5 pizza boxes. It only took about fifteen minutes to clean, but it really wasn't the point...
Wonder how long it'll be before she annoys me this time?
Sunday 17 February 2008
I'll be back, with a ring on my finger and bucket of mozzarella
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2 comments:
It is the worst when someones boyfriend comes to the house because they think they are some kind of stud surrounded by girls, i don't think so. We've had no water as well, we've had no everything. they just knocked these house up quick time. Also damn those paper thin walls. I can hear people peeing and you can't close your ears damn it.
Ewwww, thst's pretty bad :<, i don' mind the other flatmates' boyfriends because they usually make an effort to speak and are bearable for a short enough period of time, it's just Carley's i dislike. he's such a sexist prig it's unbeleivable!
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