Saturday, July 14, 2007

If you all could spare a moment out of your busy days ;-) something you might want to look at

passive-aggressive notes.
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10 comments:

Daisy Deadhead said...

That's so funny! Ah, brings back my old days in so-called "communal households"! Good times!

There was always one angry note-writer who seemed to have periodic apoplexy over unwashed dishes. It's a syndrome, I think, since I also saw it on the alternative newspapers I worked for.

And they'd always write THIS MEANS YOU! lol

July 14, 2007 2:20 PM
Anonymous said...

I once found a note like that in my kitchen - the scary thing is, I live on my own...

July 14, 2007 4:47 PM
Anonymous said...

What's so passive?

July 14, 2007 5:34 PM
belledame222 said...

the note-leaving itself, i suppose.

July 14, 2007 7:47 PM
Anonymous said...

This reminds me of a Dylan Moran joke about politicians reminding him of people who used to leave these kind of notes, but actually the only aggressive ones were his responses, even though they still cracked me up.

"'Were out of coffee, dont mean to make a big deal out of it, but it was mine, because it was on MY shelf, and it was taken FROM there. SO, if anybody feels like replacing it at any time, that would be OKAY with me.'

Underlined, 'Tina'

I used to leave the odd note for Tina myself.

‘Dear Tina, eveeerbody hates you.

Including people you havent met yet.’

‘Your mum called just to say shes so glad she didnt hear from you.’"

July 14, 2007 7:51 PM
Sage said...

I once lived in a house with five guys and one was a clean-freak. He left notes everywhere. We'd rip them into pieces and leave little piles of shredded paper for him everywhere. It was such a good game!

And this purple is much better thanks. Now I'm craving some Thrills Gum, "the gum that tastes like soap". It's this exact purple, and they actually advertise it like that in case you've never heard of it. And it really does taste like soap, but in a good kind of way! (And I've been drinking, and can't seem to type my password for love nor moneyl, so if you don't like it, sod off anyway.)

July 14, 2007 8:23 PM
belledame222 said...

woo! drunk blogging!

i think my nasty neighbors with the notes on the trash room door qualify for this site. alas, i did not think to photo the notes at the time.

July 14, 2007 8:33 PM
Anonymous said...

When I lived in the anti-government compound we had somehow all agreed that notes were terrible so instead we would take the dirty dishes of a chronic offender and put them all in his or her room.
We did, however, collect dish-notes from other houses that we had visited and posted them all together over our sink.

god, do I hate notes. It makes me so glad I live alone.

July 15, 2007 4:12 PM
Anonymous said...

I wish I could have posted the ones from crazy roommates. The one from freshman year which was full of crazy, and the one from the chores wars this year where one of my roommates, apropos of nothing, suddenly raved at one of my other ones in a special manner.

July 19, 2007 9:16 PM
Anonymous said...

comchurch Take a piece of me

December 17, 2009 1:47 AM

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