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dysonrules) wrote2009-05-17 04:42 pm
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Really?
So, some of you know I live with someone who is certifiably insane. Not just crazy fannish insane like we are, but "needs a straitjacket and medication" sort of insane. Tonight's example needed sharing.
I spent about an hour prepping everything for chowder. Went to the store, bought stuff, chopped onions, celery, carrots, potatoes, ham, etc. Sauteed the veggies, prepared the roux. Added cream, seasonings, etc. Simmered until done. Turned out fabulous.
I walk in to the kitchen to turn it off, because it's done, and I noticed the psycho, generally referred to as "the Fuckwad", opening a CAN OF CHOWDER.
I have a huge vat of steaming hot homemade chowder ready to eat and he opens a can of chowder, heats it in the microwave and eats it.
I had to laugh, because HOW FUCKING CRAZY DO YOU HAVE TO BE TO DO THAT?
*still giggling*
I spent about an hour prepping everything for chowder. Went to the store, bought stuff, chopped onions, celery, carrots, potatoes, ham, etc. Sauteed the veggies, prepared the roux. Added cream, seasonings, etc. Simmered until done. Turned out fabulous.
I walk in to the kitchen to turn it off, because it's done, and I noticed the psycho, generally referred to as "the Fuckwad", opening a CAN OF CHOWDER.
I have a huge vat of steaming hot homemade chowder ready to eat and he opens a can of chowder, heats it in the microwave and eats it.
I had to laugh, because HOW FUCKING CRAZY DO YOU HAVE TO BE TO DO THAT?
*still giggling*
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In other news: now you've got me hungry for chowder, dammit. :P
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She used to lurk around in the hallway and then dash into the kitchen when the rest of us weren't in there, I think she lived on processed cheese and crisps. She was odd in various ways that I've tgried to blot out since. I don't think we were bad to her, she was just odd…
When she finally moved out we not only found odd stains on the carpet in her room but some of the carpet had been chewed by something… Then she had the nerve to ask me for her share of the deposit back! We didn't get the damned deposit back, the landlord had to replace her carpet and he didn't see the room before my other flat mate and I fumigated it!
So yeah, anyway, I know how you feel.
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