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when i get home...

ben's shit is going in the garbage if it isn't cleaned up. no lie. my apartment is too small for his vast amounts of random crap to just be lying around.

RULES OF MY APARTMENT (updated 4/13/06):
1. NO SMOKING. anything. at all. there is now a total ban policy in effect for my apartment. i smell like smoke and so do the blankets on my bed. there was ash in my sink when i came home last night and the place smelled like stale cigarettes and weed and i'm done with it.

2. Clean up after yourself. this doesn't apply so much to you all as it does to ben and myself. we both need to work on it, especially ben.

3. ask me before you eat my food. this is mostly for ben, who has not bought any of the food he's eaten in my apartment since he's moved in. on top of that, he left a the cap of the juice can out and got it all over the kitchen yesterday, in addition to leaving the juice itself in the living room. so i guess that falls under #2 as well.

4. be nice to my cats.

Note: If you don't like/can't abide by my rules, don't come over. They're basically about respect for me and my space. My apartment is not a place to party; it is my home. i expect that my friends would at least understand that much of it. if you want to get drunk or get stoned or whatever, don't call me. i can't do it everyday and i don't want it in my apartment all of the time. if i invite you over for a party, it's a different matter from what i'm talking about.


sorry to be the buzzkill, but this is how it has to be.

posted by emma @ 4:19 PM