Thursday, June 15, 2006
I am NOT the fucking maid, damn it
I come home and ofcourse the trash can isn't out for trash day tomorrow. Trash isn't emptied inside, either. Dishes are piled and filthy in Bobby's room but whatever, those are his shitty dishes. Although I did find two of mine in the living room and kitchen the other day. Fuckers. If you're gonna use my shit (which I said not to), atleast put it in the fucking dishwasher. I load the dishwasher and immediately I come back down and the fucking sink is full again. Stupid shit, put your fucking dishes in the dishwasher. And rinse. He puts crusted egg and dry milk dishes in the dishwasher expecting them to get clean and then leaves it there without starting it. I go to open it to check them and find they're still dirty, it's full, dishes are covered by others so they won't get clean, some of mine are now in the sink, and now the whole kitchen smells like rotting milk since the moisture in the washer has loosened the dry milk. Fucking disgusting.
The kitchen is a mess again. The kitchen towels and hand towels are filthy, the bath mats are like black, and the futon cover is disgusting and now it's all fucked up and rumpled. I have to wash them all or it's just gonna get worse and then I'll have to throw it away and get new shit for myself since I don't like walking on cold floors and I'm not laying out another towel for myself everyday when I go to the bathroom.
The shower was growing mildew everywhere. And instead of putting shampoo on the caddy it's all over the tub. What the hell, why are you putting the bottles on the tub basin when there's a four tier wire caddy, you stuipd shit. I fucking hate people. Currently, Bobby.
Vicki owes me utilities, too. If she moves out without paying I'll slit her throat. The roommate before me's mail is still coming and I want to kill him. Change your fucking information with your fucking bank you stupid moron. Shit.
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