Flatmate o' Doom

[rebness]

So, like, life with aussievan can generally be summed up in the form of the following conversations, which did all take place despite any denial on her Antipodean part.



French

Becky: So, like, the French rock. They have a term for when you get that thing-- you know in an argument, someone says something sharp to you, and you try to think of something witty and devestating, but all you say is something like "piss off?" And then later, it comes to you-- esprit d'escalier. What a great term.

Vanessa: Indeed.

Becky: ...Escalier, Schadenfreude-- English lacks too many good terms.

Vanessa: Yeah. "That Thing Where You Can't Think of Something to Say But You Can Later When It's Too Late" doesn't have quite the same ring to it.

Becky: Word.

The Wok

Vanessa: Becky, by the way... the wok is leaking!

Becky: What! But it's brand new...

Vanessa: It was on the counter, and the liquid from it soaked through.

Becky: Hmm... well, it was left to soak on top of that other pan... it may have just got wet from that.

Vanessa: Maybe, but...

Becky: And we just cooked with it! It would have leaked through to the wok, wouldn't it?

Vanessa: Oh... right. Yes.

Becky: Hee.

Vanessa: You'd better not put this in Livejournal!


Huh?

Cooking the other night...

Vanessa: (picks salami up and fondles it lovingly). I love salami, me!

Becky: Hee. :p

Vanessa: And bananas! :D

Becky: ...righhht...

Vanessa: (Prods the salami with a finger) Now you stay fresh, you!

Becky: :-|

Vanessa: what?!

Becky: :-|

Vanessa: :-|
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Salami: {_____}