Dear Roommate,
See the above pictures: the objects in color are my things, everything else is yours. You see a problem here? I would really like to go grocery shopping, but your shit seems to have crept onto my side of the refrigerator, freezer and cabinets. And by “crept”, I mean imposed itself like a second cousin from Iowa.
So, next time there’s a sale on yogurt or microwave dinners, how about a little consideration. In the meantime, move your shit. Or I’ll move it for you… onto the balcony.
XOXO,
Aimee
