A whine

Not gonna lie people this is a total whinge.

FLATMATES ( you can tell already this is gonna be mean )

I live with idiots. There I said it. And I don’t care if you see it. I should mention this excludes two flatmates. So maybe I just live with one idiot.

In WHAT world is it a good idea to stack dirty dishes all over the bench unrinsed (sob sob –  because I’m the one who ends up washing them and it makes the job about 10x harder) ON TOP of brown rotten bananas that no one has the common sense to throw away…

I do realise I am really starting to sound like my mother. And thats ok with me. Because she has a clean house and doesn’t have to live in other peoples scummy filth all the time.

Anyway –  this flatmate. Now, I can’t even look at him without getting angry. The lounge is not an extension of your room! No one wants to see your dirty socks and food and scum face. Also a furry blanket is not a substitute for sheets on your bed and you probably still need to wash it.

And WHY don’t you have scurvy or something?! I don’t know anyone that can live on frozen pizza for three weeks and still be alive. But I guess if you even looked at a piece of fruit your body would go into shock and drop dead.

People, I know I’m not perfect but all this (and there’s plenty I’m not saying) is so far below human standard I have no guilt whatsoever.

I can’t wait to go home and next time live with girls.



3 thoughts on “A whine

  1. Wow.

    You pretty much just described my exact situation with my flatmate. Very much so that I felt the need to comment! Hah. I am very much relieved that I am not the only one going crazy.
    Btw you must feel so much better after writing it all out.

  2. I have also never forgiven you for deleting ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ from mysky and take great pleasure in deleting things you love. Like stupid sport games. HA.

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