So the biggest news of this week... except for the Nunies hullabaloo.... is that I now have a roomie!
It kind of came all of a sudden... a friend needed a place to live for a bit, and I had an extra bedroom, and VOILA!
It's kind of funny, I lived with Robyn and Andrea for four years... and its disgusting the system we had worked out. I really couldn't have asked for better living companions. I really noticed how much easier they made my life when I moved out, by myself, to my Quebec apartment.
And I learned several things about myself:
- I hate hate hate taking out the garbage. I'm more likely to walk past a garbage bag for WEEKS than I would take it downstairs or out to the curb. This was especially lame as in Quebec, garbage pickup was EVERY DAY at my apartment (because I lived behind a restaurant). So it wasn't like I'd miss the day then have to wait for a week. Nope, I'd just never take it down.
- I also despise sweeping. And not like specifically the pushing the dirt around with the broom. Nope, its quirkier than that. I hate gathering it into the dustpan. In fact, the other day, when Jaime/Jeff were coming over to help me paint, I did a quick clean of my apartment, but when I finished sweeping, I was like GOD I DON'T WANT TO PUT THIS IN THE DUSTPAN... so I swept it into a recess in the bathroom, and put my laundry basket over it so no one could see. It is still there.
- I have a fear of mold and really pungent food smells. So if I don't eat something that was in a tupperware container(be it in the fridge or under my bed when I was a kid)... and I forget to take the lid off and wash it... I will likely throw out the entire container. It's for my own safety, really. Certain meals have been completely ruined for me because I smelled its rotting cousin. And it takes awhile for me to recover.
Because I really need someone to take out the garbage.