So much for blogging everyday, after college and work, exhaustion and depression drives me to spontaneously waste time online.
Just a few weeks left before the exams and I took today and tomorrow off for studying. Anyway this blog is dedicated to the speil about my current flat mates.
They’ve had the audacity to complain about how messy the place is and how my friend left a coffee cup on the table when the place was a disaster when I moved in. Everything from the kitchen to the bathroom was grimey, tacky and just plain blech. And the nerve to insinuate that anyone except themselves were at fault.
To focus on the issues:
a) my friend leaving her coffee mug. That barely happened just once. And the fact that the kitchen sink is always full of dishes and food scraps and what not is way beyond maybe one cup lying on the table just barely once. It’s hard to clean the dishes when there’s food waste in the drain. Fucking put it in the garbage bin. And besides, the onus for the dirty cup is on me regardless if my friend used it or not. So don’t drag them into this you junkie.
b) As for the rest yous, the kitchen is a shamble with no space on the counters or opened packets of foodstuff and other paraphernalia lying around. The bathroom is iffy, dank and grungy and THEN you complain. Fuck off. And the little pow wows and stuff man oh man, getting really old really fast. I’ll tell you who the messy one(s) is. It definitely isn’t me.
That’s all I gots to say. I can’t believe I had to stoop beneath my level to even argue these moot points.
ps yer man is the one who’s leaving the bathtub filthy and piss on the seat. You know who I’m talking about, unless one of you girls likes to pee standing up. Peaces beaches.
