I guess sometimes the passive-agressive approach works..

There was a zucchini (or cucumber, it was difficult to tell from the stage of decay) rotting in our fridge. That's right, rotting. Half-liquid. In a process of prolonged imploson. Ewwww! The boy showed the zucchini to E, whose zucchini it was, rather expecting that once it had been drawn to her attention it would be removed. "Wow, that is gross!" E said, before proceeding to shut the fridge door and go to work.

A few days later, the zucchini was still there. So the boy decided to leave E a note:

Dear E,

It is obvious you don't want me anymore, but I have already forgiven you. Just please don't leave me here to rot slowly, I desire a quick death. Throw me out so that when I go into landfill my death can create new members of my own race. Don't let my death by in vain.

Yours sincerely,

Zuccichni (yeah, he kind of misspelt it, but hey...)

The note as placed strategically in the fridge. The next day, the zucchini was gone....

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Tonight is the boy's 21st birthday party! It's also a joint 21st party with A, who we live with. I was expecting the atmosphere around the Spruce Moose (our house) to be one of frenzied organisation as we prepared for the night - this was what happened a few month's ago when we hosted H's 21st. However, it has been a really cruisy day - slept in, surfed the net, watched the boy play chess with some friends, chatted to the boy's dad. Hmm, feel like I should be really doing more, but doing nothing just feels too good.

I'm looking forward to tonight, though. It'll be fun to dance and drink and hang out with friends. A bunch of the boy's friends that I haven't met before will be there, and I'm excited to meet them, but quite nervous as well. Oh well, there'll be plenty of people, so if there's someone I don't hit it off with, it'll be easy to get away!