redskull

I am currently enjoying the company of the world's politest house guest, who asks permission to make a long distance collect call.

weird.

HG(them) : "I used your scissors, I hope that's okay."
RS(me) : "Why are you telling me this."

I've known this person for 8 years now and lived with them for one year, and they're worried about using my scissors behind my back.

So very polite. I'm not complaining, no not at all, I'm just letting you all know how it is.

While I'm at it, I've decided that one of my co-workers is White Trash. I've never really applied that label to someone before, but in this circumstance, it just feels fitting. Long time readers might remember the co-worker who burps incessantly all day and has a haircut like a really bad wig that has slipped back 2" from where it should be. That's the guy I'm talking about. Trashy, he is.

That's all.