| RavenBlog |
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| Comments on Wednesday 6 February 2002: |
| It is simultaneously entertaining and horrific to attempt to cook in a kitchen where you wish neither yourself nor your food to touch any of the major surfaces, while also striving to use the minimum possible of materials, to save on having to wash many things in the equally disgusting sink. To stave off such comments as "well clean the fucking kitchen then", I am obliged to point out that less than 24 hours after the kitchen is made spotless, it's made clean-spot-less once more. Resistance is futile.
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| wyndenai |
| I understand. It seems many kitchens have this sort of entropy, and i keep living with people who cause them. The microwave and paper plates are your friends ;) |
| Eperdu |
| I'm a big fan of things that you add boiling water to, then throw the packaging of away, afterwards. Or that you add to a cup with a spoon, that cup and spoon you must then guard as a thing more precious than any other thing. |
| Allison |
| you're in my head |
| Helen |
| I am truly sorry - your previous flat was always so ... lambent. Yours was a flat that I aspired to emulate. Shining, pale, sweet-scented and furless it was. And now this. The horror. |
| Kyrin the Toxic Elf |
| I've known your pain. I mean I really have known your pain. |
| Rialian |
| Bleach. A sink of Bleach. It will kill just about anything. Make sure you are not having to be in the house. So....pour bleach, and go out. ===Oh...and I am now up to washing 15 damn guinea pigs. They are evil... ==="One Ringworm to rule them all, and in the darkness bind them...In Milestone(shopping center), where the shadows lie".... |
| Kevan |
| A sink of bleach poured down housemate's neck? Make sure you are not having to be in the house, for ease of alibi. |
| Shamu |
| ouch...my stomach hurts... too much laughter...too much empathy.. i feel your pain... or actually... I feel the roomates pain as you rip his head off.... I'd get my head ripped off. |