Tales of the ironing board…

So I get up this am to find one of the sections of my glorious sectional couch completely askew…

…I also see my ironing board has been bent completely in half…

…finally, I see my roommate has gone to work and not acknowledged either event.

I think he needs some help for his alcoholism.

I’m hoping there’s a bright, new, shiny ironing board sitting here when I get home. I doubt this will happen without prodding from me. So I shall prod with the following:

“I don’t want to know why the ironing board was bent completely in half. I can just imagine.

I think a note would have been the LEAST you could have done given the circumstances. I guess you just don’t give a shit.

I would expect that you replace the ironing board – as in come home with a new one. TONIGHT.

Not very cool.”

He’s a complete assmunch, but he also needs help. Why do I not want to help him? Why am I content to complain about it?

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~ by seangstm on June 11, 2005.

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