"Has someone taken your faith? It's real, The pain you feel? Your trust? You must confess. Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?"

I consider it some sort of record that I haven’t had any annoying roommate stories until this day, the 29th of October 2006. I’ve always thought my roommate Connor was a tad bit strange. He eats spaghetti with his hands and says that’s how you eat Ethiopian food (but clearly spaghetti is not Ethiopian, and we’re in Canada, but I digress). He has also brought home a friend who quit smoking the day before and had since decided it would be a healthier life choice to start snorting tobacco or ‘Snuff’ as he called it. On Friday my friend Jocelyn and I ran into him at school and he had writing on this arm claiming a lack of available paper as the reasoning and has brought home free Muslim bibles from people he met on the street and so on.

But today was the most unusual and infuriating of all. I come in the door from Hamilton and walk into the bathroom, and to my surprise the bathroom looks like a small animal has been killed or someone has taken paint and danced around the room with it. My basement roommate, Scott and I, who actually share the bathroom, were both gone for the weekend. So I go up to the kitchen and ask Connor if Scott had been home and he says no, and I ask if Connor (who is in art fundamentals) has been in our bathroom with paint? Apparently he had! To wash up because his bathroom was occupied by another roommate of ours, Danielle at the time. He then attempts to claim that he had in fact cleaned it up. It was EVERYWHERE! The floor, the walls, the crevasses of the sink, the side of the toilet, on my tube of toothpaste, the mirror, the door frame, and its only a tiny bathroom! I literally had to scrub the walls and floor to get the majority of it removed, the rest is still there and I can’t get rid of it. What a balls thing to come home to, I always question the issue of karma in situations like this.