Recall a couple days back where I was called passive aggressive because I confronted the roomies and listed what my grievances were? Well, there’s been a development.

D comes to me and suggests that we have a house meeting to clear the tension in the house. I’m thinking of course that she’s figured that the tension’s between her and . How amazing, she’s figured out that she’s pissing someone else off and wants to figure out how to handle it.

Not the story that gets though. D says to her that we need to ‘do something about the guys.’

What the fuck?

I said my piece in my note, and we discussed it. Promises were made (and crap piled back up despite the promises), excuses were whines, and that was that. Job done, and the dishes are cleaning themselves with much more frequently. Some positive effect.

So, there’s supposed to be some kind of tension between A and myself? He’s still stewing about the letter. Talk about passive-aggressive; he’s hiding it really well. D proposes that we have a house meeting about it to hash things out, so I get ready to put down my drawing stuff and deal with it. Nope, not now, she’s got too many things to do to do it now, but what about next week? You’re kidding. Put this shit off after bringing it up? Dictionary passive-aggressive, baby. I’m sending her picture to Miriam-Webster.

This is one of the only things that stresses me out. Stupidity. We got plenty. I’d rather just find out what the trouble is and move forward… and I’m the evil one. Fuck.