i'm the MAN.
Sep. 15th, 2003 09:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cellomusetteno, really. tha MAN. i fell on my way off the train today. all the way to the pavement! AND i scraped and bruised my arthritic knee. with skills like mine, who needs car accidents! that was so truly ridiculous that i must pat myself on the back. excuse me. *pat pat*
i seem to have troubles with coordination lately. case in point:
yesterday morning i tripped over a cooking pot that was left outside my bedroom door.
my door faces the stairwell, which is surrounded by a weak railing. if i had fallen into the railing it would have broken and i would have pitched headfirst down the stairwell.
this all started because i left some pasta out in a covered pot for about a half hour. kristen noticed it and said "Hannah, don't leave that pasta thing in there" in her usual authoritative way. i said "i'll clean it up later, i have a headache." i did put the food away and rinse the pot, but then i left it there, because at that point i didn't feel like giving in. because, fuck you, it's my house too, and i'll put it away soon.
then yesterday morning i find it left outside my door right in my walking path, where i can trip over it and possibly die. you can probably imagine how i feel. i don't have to go into detail. anyway i put the pot back in the sink and she eventually had to clean it herself. i kind of feel like she tried to kill me.
the problem with expressing anger to roommates is that they can do various things to you such as throw your stuff into the street, change the locks on you, tamper with your mail, put nasty shit in your food, etc. so i don't want to do anything rash.
anyway my knee kinda hurts. guess i'll take some ibuprofen.
i seem to have troubles with coordination lately. case in point:
yesterday morning i tripped over a cooking pot that was left outside my bedroom door.
my door faces the stairwell, which is surrounded by a weak railing. if i had fallen into the railing it would have broken and i would have pitched headfirst down the stairwell.
this all started because i left some pasta out in a covered pot for about a half hour. kristen noticed it and said "Hannah, don't leave that pasta thing in there" in her usual authoritative way. i said "i'll clean it up later, i have a headache." i did put the food away and rinse the pot, but then i left it there, because at that point i didn't feel like giving in. because, fuck you, it's my house too, and i'll put it away soon.
then yesterday morning i find it left outside my door right in my walking path, where i can trip over it and possibly die. you can probably imagine how i feel. i don't have to go into detail. anyway i put the pot back in the sink and she eventually had to clean it herself. i kind of feel like she tried to kill me.
the problem with expressing anger to roommates is that they can do various things to you such as throw your stuff into the street, change the locks on you, tamper with your mail, put nasty shit in your food, etc. so i don't want to do anything rash.
anyway my knee kinda hurts. guess i'll take some ibuprofen.
