tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post2297973386686252178..comments2023-09-29T05:42:23.751-07:00Comments on The Writing Center: A Dirty AffairS.Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006369937884305697noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-13921858324212703862008-05-29T12:18:00.000-07:002008-05-29T12:18:00.000-07:00Anona, Where was your fiance living when he lived ...Anona, Where was your fiance living when he lived in "the mineshaft?" Was it in Provo? -Because when I was living there last semester, that was one of the boy's housings in our ward. Sorry that's a little off-topic, but I dispise messy roommates too. There, now I'm goodAndrea Stevensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14037917572396257907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-17835433201205697332008-05-23T15:51:00.000-07:002008-05-23T15:51:00.000-07:00Your description matched perfectly the state of mo...Your description matched perfectly the state of most of my former apartments. It's disgusting. And I would do the same thing as Kaitlin, and then after a while, like Meghan, I just wouldn't bother to eat. <BR/>Ironically, one of my messiest former roommates is working as an au pair in Switzerland right now, where one of her main jobs is to keep the house tidy. <BR/><BR/>At night, I dream about a Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-53030135691526496742008-05-23T12:08:00.000-07:002008-05-23T12:08:00.000-07:00When Austin and I were engaged, he lived in a plac...When Austin and I were engaged, he lived in a place called "The Mineshaft." That's seriously how it was listed in the ward directory. It basically fit the description of Ivor's apartment, and Austin (who supposedly 'can't function' if things are too dirty) had the same dilemma as him. We ate out a lot. <BR/>But it makes my life easier now that we're married. I can stop doing dishes for weeks and E. Anonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03659870499512675490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-52218090398493749292008-05-23T10:06:00.000-07:002008-05-23T10:06:00.000-07:00Wow Meghan, that was a depressing thought. Yay for...Wow Meghan, that was a depressing thought. Yay for messy future wives eh? SOOO much to look forward to in marriage. Well on the plus side for you, you're getting out of that in a couple of weeks. Your own place, your own mess. Your own problems. :) ahhhh one can only dream.iBohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11943181297270155845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-19972752936421687632008-05-23T10:02:00.000-07:002008-05-23T10:02:00.000-07:00Are any of them cute?Are any of them cute?Daniel Jared Sorensenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17446617496369057349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-11494677222931441192008-05-23T09:53:00.000-07:002008-05-23T09:53:00.000-07:00Wow. I'm sorry to hear I'm not the only one living...Wow. I'm sorry to hear I'm not the only one living in a toxic waste zone. Now multiply that image by two. With 9 roommates, besides myself, there are not four plates and bowls on the countertops, there 17 of each. Every dish is balanced atop the other in the order they were used that day: bowls and spoons (9) create the first layer or two, and then cups fit somewhat conveniently between those. meghan & jasonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16333911621885885319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-90355013524063769142008-05-22T18:40:00.000-07:002008-05-22T18:40:00.000-07:00Ivor, I feel your pain (and apathy). I don't know ...Ivor, I feel your pain (and apathy). I don't know how many times I've first lovingly joked with my roommates about their 4-day-old messes, then left post-it notes on the microwave calling for collective repentance, then cleaned the kitchen in their presence to a rhythm of either tired sighs or angry pan clattering, and finally ended up leaving the mess to molder (sometimes for an agonizingly longKaitlinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08034265608770430408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-38951747404402174632008-05-22T11:04:00.000-07:002008-05-22T11:04:00.000-07:00This almost perfectly describes my apartment last ...This almost perfectly describes my apartment last semester. But there were three of us who cared--only one didn't. He was disguting. He made a bigger mess than any single person I've ever seen in my life. And he never once cleaned. We failed clean checks more than we passed.Daniel Jared Sorensenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17446617496369057349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-45437366422003162122008-05-21T20:24:00.000-07:002008-05-21T20:24:00.000-07:00Loved the kitchen images, Ivor, especially the sod...Loved the kitchen images, Ivor, especially the soda cans framing the raw chicken. Yuck, yuck, and yuck. The worst is when you need a spoon or a bowl or something and they're all dirty and you know darn well that you clean your dishes.Chanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16906940679027657843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7660764619120593708.post-49669329252064122442008-05-21T12:36:00.000-07:002008-05-21T12:36:00.000-07:00Great images, Ivor. The picture I have in my head ...Great images, Ivor. The picture I have in my head looks just like Travis' apartment when we were engaged. (I'm glad I knew that he was never home and that the mess was his roommates, or that would have put a damper on my enthusiasm of marrying him.) It was disgusting. I can smell that smell again after reading about what you have to live in. <BR/>You've brought up an interesting paradox between Jamihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10744179768792631281noreply@blogger.com