i'm fearful of how much sasha's personality continues to resemble that of my ex-roommate slash ex-best friend. she was irrationally disturbed and literally nauseated by my use of a random smattering of specific words, (two i can remember were 'damp' and 'moist', though not all had to do with wetness), and i'd regularly come home to a living room devoid of all things green, including my vast array of plants normally seated in the bay window but then moved to the floor of my bedroom, along with books from the bookcase if they had any green on the jacket, etcetera. these things could also be moved to her room, just as long as there was no green in the living room. tough, considering everything in the common areas was my property, and green happens to be my favorite color. had to hang red curtains in the bay window that hung outside the frame in such a way so as to completely protect/hide my plants from view most of the time.