this afternoon I got a silly email from my former housemate, the good one, writing on behalf of the other former housemate, the bad one. listing kitchen items the bad housemate believed that I had taken (I had) that he believed weren't mine (they were). this list included a toaster oven. I only lived there for four months. how one can fabricate ownership of someone else's toaster oven over the brief course of four months is really beyond me.
and a toaster oven? just weird.
I may not be wild about west oakland, but man oh man am I glad I don't live with that deluded dude any longer.