isn't it funny when there's a thing of rotten basil sitting in your fridge forever and ever but you don't throw it out because it's your roommates and it just keeps getting grosser and grosser and you think "what the hell is wrong with him? does he think that's MY basil? because it's not. i don't buy stuff like basil. what an idiot," and then in mid-february you remember that it's not your roommate's; it's left over from when your friends kienan and emily visited back in december and they made a pizza for you?
we've all been there.