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Feb. 28th, 2011 09:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitewithfishI'm beginning to think that DW is like prayer- I need more of it in times of stress.
My roommate moved out last Saturday in a flurry of ill-temper and acquaintances carrying things. When last I saw her, she was being coaxed by a friend to hold on for another hour because then they could drink. She left a doggie chew toy, some random boxes, and a fine dusting of chinchilla chit behind her.
Needless to say, I have been cleaning.
That, actually, has proven very theraputic- I'm mostly just sweeping the floors and mopping, but I'm finding the chance to wipe up the grime is solidifying my distaste for her as a roommate and thus my resolve that my course of action was the right one. (I mopped up, from the floor of her former, many little grimy circles where liquid had spilled and never been wiped up, and it felt weirdly symbolic of my whole relationship with her- she couldn't be bothered to take care of the the things around her even minimally.)
TV news: I have been watching the first season of Castle over again. I hate Detective Beckett's hair with a passion, and I'm finding that much of the series is really about finding room for Nathan Fillion to do enjoyable silly things. I forgot how much of this season was spent finding out things about Beckett, and I'm feeling like it's actually a gender-flipped version of some more typical detective stories with a rookie girl cop.
My roommate moved out last Saturday in a flurry of ill-temper and acquaintances carrying things. When last I saw her, she was being coaxed by a friend to hold on for another hour because then they could drink. She left a doggie chew toy, some random boxes, and a fine dusting of chinchilla chit behind her.
Needless to say, I have been cleaning.
That, actually, has proven very theraputic- I'm mostly just sweeping the floors and mopping, but I'm finding the chance to wipe up the grime is solidifying my distaste for her as a roommate and thus my resolve that my course of action was the right one. (I mopped up, from the floor of her former, many little grimy circles where liquid had spilled and never been wiped up, and it felt weirdly symbolic of my whole relationship with her- she couldn't be bothered to take care of the the things around her even minimally.)
TV news: I have been watching the first season of Castle over again. I hate Detective Beckett's hair with a passion, and I'm finding that much of the series is really about finding room for Nathan Fillion to do enjoyable silly things. I forgot how much of this season was spent finding out things about Beckett, and I'm feeling like it's actually a gender-flipped version of some more typical detective stories with a rookie girl cop.
