I have to laugh.

K's having problems with T, our new housemate who's subleasing for the quarter. The thing about T is that she's very particular about certain things due to her hypersensitivity to the environment.

Anyways, so K turned on the air conditioning because our apartment somehow reached about 90 degrees tonight. Within seconds, T burst out of her room and desperately asked, or rather, nagged for him to turn it off. Being the "nice guy" (or what I like to call, pushover) he is, he complied. Then he proceeded to leave the apartment, presumably, to get some air--however, on his way out, he slammed the door so hard that it rebounded open, and everyone within the vicinity overheard him throwing a fit on the balcony.

That's K for you.