This Girl Talk Thursday, we’re interested in hearing your crazy roommate stories! I wish I had something crazy to tell you all about here, but I’ve never had a “roommate” unless you count Chris or, when we were very young, my sister.

So, I’m gonna talk about Chris.

Chris and I are really similar when it comes to our housekeeping habits, or lack thereof.  Every once in awhile, though, he blows my mind with how damned messy he is.

For example, here’s a stack of dishes he left beside the sink awhile ago:

Let’s talk about the things you see here: a spoon, a bowl, a small plate, and a large plate.  Okay, that’s cool.

But there’s also: a bill, a pen, a tissue, a sock, and a gum wrapper.

Seriously dude?  Couldn’t you just clear those things off first?  A SOCK?  Why is a sock even near where you have your dishes?  I can understand if these dishes were on his desk, and eventually the other things accumulated atop the dish, but the sock just doesn’t make sense.

So, let’s take a closer look at his desk:

SERIOUSLY DUDE.  WHO NEEDS THAT MANY GLASSES ON THEIR DESK?!

So here I am, ranting about Chris’ desk for this post, and I reached for my mug of tea to take a self-righteous sip.  Then when I went to put it down, I had to push a book and a bottle of nail polish out of the way.  Because you see, this is my desk:

Okay.  I guess I don’t have that much room to judge.

Seriously, what’s up with the lone flip flop lying next to the bracelet on the floor?  The book “Your Happy Baby” is on my printer, under some immigration papers for Maia and a Christmas ornament from my mom.  My beautiful new Tassimo — yes, it’s on my desk, fuck putting it in the kitchen, that’s too far to walk for coffee.  There’s a bra behind my keyboard.  Two pie plates (I made lemon meringue pie yesterday).

Anyhow, yeah, like I said… Chris and I are pretty similar in our housekeeping habits.

COUGH.

Update!

That’s all I have to say about THAT!