Are we princesses, or elephants?

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Goodness gracious….

Guys. It’s a mouse not an alligator.

At this point Belle and I are beyond the point of disbelief at the immaturity and just want people to act like adults. Or pretend to. Fake it. We’re not picky. Just don’t overreact over stupid nonsense.

Then again. Some of these people clearly grew up with their parents sheltering them from the horrors of cleaning their own dishes, turning off the lights, and wiping down the sink. So I guess the fact that they had to see a common, nondescript pest with their own two eyes was a little traumatic for them.

And not for nothing, but pretending you’re on MasterChef and leaving dirty dishes in both sides of the sink for several days after your culinary experiments isn’t exactly keeping the pests away. Just saying.



Should I laugh, or should I cry?


In other words, someone other than Meg or Belle “took out the trash.”

I use the phrase loosely and have it in quotes because I’m not sure if what happened last night counts as taking out the trash in my book.

Ariel sent something to the group message sharing that she and Snow White took out the trash and recycling.

Miracles do happen, people.

Though I have a funny feeling it really meant Ariel took out the trash and Snow White watched. She must be a visual learner. Or lazy. Or both.

And because I have nothing better to occupy my time or thoughts with other than the state of cleanliness in our apartment (only slightly sarcastic here), I raced downstairs to see this wonder. Only to have my hopes dashed…



Wait, what?

But, it’s…it’s still full? And there’s cardboard on the floor.

Poor Ariel. I don’t blame her for not knowing how the human world operates. She also mentioned that we have to separate our trash from the recycling because some trash was mixed in with the bottles, cans, etc…

*deep breath* We know. Because after Snow White filled the trash barrel, she switched over to the recycling barrel.

I immediately texted Belle saying, “You see this shit?”


And then proceeded to rip up all the goddamn cardboard (an excellent stress reliever!) AND take out the full bag of trash.

This action made Belle, in her own words, LOVE AND HATE ME ALL AT ONCE.


We are the trash queens. Long may we reign.

~ Meg

The Refrigerator Saga: No Food

We at the lovely and luxurious 94 Walker have now been without a working full-sized refrigerator for over a month (approximately 7 weeks now). We (as well as our downstairs neighbors for some reason…) received this text today.


Contrary to our lease agreement, our landlord has been the point person for the repair work throughout this process. She has contacted the store/manufacturer and has reluctantly been the person at the apartment to greet the repairman at each visit (yes, there have been multiple). She’s kind of odd sometimes, but she’s overall awesome.

It all started back in July. It was one of those heat waves that suck the life out of you and make you feel like you’re stuck to yourself. Our fridge was packed full with miscellaneous perishable belongings, and it was in dire need of a purging/cleaning. Over the course of a few days, we started to notice food was going bad too early, milk was curdling, Snow White’s tofu was exploding etc.


(the aforementioned tofu…also, yes-we-keep-wine-in-our-crisper-what-of-it?)

As the only adult in the apartment with any sort of handiwork/household knowledge (no offense meant to Meg —  I just simply grew up in an old home with quirks), I have become the point person for any technical/electric/plumbing failures.

Meg uses hairdryer while Merida’s AC is on …
*Belle shows roommates how to locate and use circuit breaker*

Toilet wont stop running…
*Belle tells roommates to jiggle the handle*

Refrigerator stops working…
*Belle gets out tool box and takes part of the fridge apart and determines which part is broken — only for the repairman to confirm this fact a week later*

….but I digress…

So, as the repair point person in the house, I contacted our landlord about the fridge. She contacted the repair company, and they set a day and time to come out to the apartment. As I said before, our landlord has been the one at the house to greet the repairman, because apparently no one is able to be home during the day (whether they are actually at work or not is truly debatable…can you sense my shock and disbelief?).

Each time repair work is done, a text goes out from our landlord (ironically to everyone except Snow White). Everyone chimes in saying they can’t be there, and she grudgingly rearranges her own schedule. This has happened at least three times over the last few weeks.


Meg, Merida, Rapunzel, and I cleaned out the fridge in preparation for the handyman, then Meg, as a respectable, sanitary human being, decided that the fridge malfunction was the perfect opportunity for a deep clean.

(the top are before *obviously* and the bottom are after – she’s a sassy angel)

Anyway, after weeks of abusing our bank accounts from constant takeout, we finally put on our thinking caps and realized we had a dorm fridge sitting on right next to the full-sized one that I’ve been meaning to take away (my procrastination paid off for once). So now we have miscellaneous goods shoved in there short term, and a freezer packed full with things that normally shouldn’t be frozen (like beer).

There must be more than this provincial life!


Hopefully this first-world torture will shortly come to an end…next week. Stay tuned.


Follow Up to “Casual Wednesday Night”

I am in complete agreement with Belle’s last post. We were texting in full on RAGE mode late last night.

So much so that I even went as far as to make the extreme suggestion that we remove ALL barrels from the house in order to force people to bring their trash to the outdoor barrels.


I also sent a helpful message to the group chat.


Because this:


Makes Belle and I turn into this:


~ Meg

The Strike

Congratulations are in order. It’s official. Meg and Belle are on strike.


After months of being the only two taking out the trash/recycling (including emptying barrels, dragging barrels to and from curb), replenishing paper goods supplies (toilet paper, paper towels, etc…), and furnishing community spaces with other essentials we have both banded together and decided it’s time the other princesses step up and pitch in.

Let’s call it a social experiment of sorts.

We’ve tried taking a step back in the past, but have become so bothered by the disgusting messes that we’ve caved and ended up doing ALL THE THINGS. Because apparently overflowing barrels, lack of paper goods, and general untidiness only bothers the two of us.


Not this time. We will not cave. We will be resilient!!

I wish I could say I had faith in the others to know how to take out the trash and clean up, but honestly I’m not getting my hopes up.


~ Meg

Tuesday, 2:30am

*Roommates come home from a night out and congregate in living room. The same living room that Belle and Meg’s individual bedrooms surround. Loud chatter and general rowdiness commences. At 2:30am. On a Tuesday.*


This wouldn’t be an issue if Belle and I were on the other floor with our rooms separate from the common space….but that’s a tale for another time.

Belle ended up saying something to the effect of, “Guys, it’s 2am. I have to work in the morning. I’m sorry but you keep waking me up. Like it’s 2 in the morning.” Basically saying, “Really, now?”


Ariel said she was sorry and they all wrapped up, turned off the lights and retired for the night shortly after.

It’s funny because Ariel had apologized to me earlier too when I inadvertently closed my door much louder than I intended (as if I were passive aggressively telling them to keep it down. Not this time). She’s a sweetheart and I felt bad. But then again it stopped the noise so…..?

I wonder what will happen the next time they decide to bring the party home.


~ Meg