Antics is a fabulous way to describe my room mate. She is a crazy 40-year-old who has nothing better to do that to try to torment me with her crazy old lady antics.
I had started packing this week and removed some items that I don't necessarily need in the next couple weeks. A shelf. Some kitchen cutlery. The dust buster. I figure I'd start packing little by little to avoid packing in a rush and not being able to find anything I need once I move into my new spot.
The following day, Danielle sent me an email asking why I was removing all my things that she uses as well. She asked if it was because I didn't want her touching my stuff. Then said I failed to let her know I was removing the things she also uses and it was an inconvenience.
This email proved confusing because I also took down some photo hangings and window decorations and took out all my make-up from the bathroom (quite a bit, I love playing with eye shadow!)
Does she use my eyeshadow?
Clearly she is not happy because she must like some of my stuff and will miss it. In retaliation the day following my empty response ("I have to start packing at some point") she removed her toaster and kettle from the kitchen. They are not in any drawer or cupboard. So I unpacked mine since I had all my boxes out already and now have them displayed on the counter.
I'm not quite sure what point she was trying to make but removing her things. Either way, it surely was lost on her.
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