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I've had a twitter account for a few months now and I'm just recently started to get attached (more than facebook). I love following my favorite celebs and pastors and seeing what the world is thinking about in the trending topics. Some of those Twitteronies are hilllllllarious! Follow me, I update daily on my silly, busy life.

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As always be blessed,

I do declare...

I've been in 6 different living situations where I've had roommates. College dorms and off-campus apartments. Rooming with friends. Rooming with strangers.

In 5 of the 6 places, something has always held true about the roommates I've had.

Dishes could be piling up for days. I'm not washing, the roomies aren't washing. But, AS SOON as I run water to fill up the sink to wash dishes, the roommates migrate like vultures to road kill (nasty example), and start using the dish water I've run to clean their dishes.

This theory holds true over and over and over again...

What's the reasoning behind it? I really have no idea. I think it's embarrassment. The roomies are embarrassed about the dirty situation and that I "beat them" to cleaning up.

For instance, the friends I'm living with now are not in school right now and only works a few hours every night. I'm in nursing school. That's no excuse for being dirty but still, 4 am mornings 5 days a week is crazy. All week the dishes have been piling up. Friday, I get home after a 12 hour day of clinicals, and no one's home. One roomie is working, the other has left town for the weekend. Great. So I start preparing everything to clean up. I sweep all the floors (but I don't move the swept trash to the garbage), reorganize the bathroom, kitchen, living room. And run dishwater for the dishes to soak so I can wash them Saturday morning. One roomie has a crockpot full of sauce that has gone bad. I'm not touching that mess so I leave it in the corner where it's been ALL WEEK collecting funk. Roomie from work gets home. The first thing she does is dump the crockpot.

What in the ham sandwich?

It's been there all week. You've seen it all week. But now you feel the need to dump it in my dishwater. Interesting. Saturday morning, I wake up, and roomie is washing dishes and has swept the floor. I go to the store for 30 minutes and when I get back, she's cleaning the bathroom.

I'm not at all complaining. If your pride is causing you to be Superwoman around the house all of the sudden, I ain't mad at ya! But why did it take you seeing me tidy up to get the wheel going?

I don't understand people!

*Goes to call friend whose a psychology grad student...*

One of my two best friends has officially bit the dust...

Just a few minutes ago, so you're getting the late breaking coverage.

I hate girl drama! I can't stand it! I'm going to petition God and requests that it receives a VIP pass in hell.

OMG!

The story is long and very complicated ...

The short version is we both don't talk about our problems, try to cover them up, and it's finally blowing up in our face. The damage has been done... The last few issues that we've been having, I refused to cover them up and then smile and grin the next day like nothing was wrong.

I told a mutual friend that there was some drama between us and she took it upon herself to call my BF which started the argument/"discussion." It was basically a 30 minute blame game. I let her express all of her feelings, but I kept getting cut off. I was called out of my name (no curse words, but still...).  She questions my career as a nurse (ouch). She was the victim. Every comment that I've resented her saying she has no recollection of ever saying. The attitudes and times when she wouldn't speak to me ... she has straight amnesia. I apologized for what I've done and my attitudes and instead of just accepting the apology, she digs deeper into my downfalls. Like, wow, really?

She said she doesn't feel like she's done anything wrong. I don't really understand how we're supposed to move forward if she feels that way.

We live together and she said she is so ready for her twelve months to be over...

So am I wrong for thinking our 11 year friendship has come to and end?

Pride (1 John 2:16) is ridiculous, yo...