This is just the last straw of my Italian roommate.
I came home last night and all of my clothes that had been hanging up drying were thrown on the couch. So I asked Laura this morning why my clothes were there and she was like “they were on there for more than 2 days” a) I haven’t been home b) THERE IS SPACE WHERE MY CLOTHES WERE, IT’S NOT LIKE YOU NEEDED IT. So I was like, “okay, well there is still space on there so you obviously didn’t need it, so I’m not sure why you did it, and also now they’re all wrinkled” And you know what her reaction was? It wasn’t even a fucking word. It was that annoying little noise that she makes when she really doesn’t give a shit. You know, that “mm” like she made when she flooded the kitchen.
Ugh. That’s it. I’m done.