My flatmates
I just cooked myself a proper dinner (meaning more than a ready-meal, simple pasta or frozen pizza) for the first time in weeks. Possibly the first time this semester.
No, it's not because I'm too lazy to cook or don't know how.
It's because my four flatmates are pigs. They all cook three meals a day, separate from each other, and not one of them ever cleans up anything until they need to use it again. That also includes throwing away empty tin cans or milk cartons, as well as disposing of leftover food.
Furthermore, there are enough pots and pans in our kitchen that they only need to use the top layer of dirty dishes, and hence, only the top layer of dirty dishes gets washed. And yes, I am actually saying that there are layers. Every inch of counter space in my kitchen is filled with dirty dishes, leftover food and general gunk.
So the reason why I rarely cook dinner for myself is quite frankly that I am disgusted with the state of the kitchen.
With a clear risk of sounding like an emo teenager: I hate my flatmates.
EDIT: But it's all okay. I love Rabia.
No, it's not because I'm too lazy to cook or don't know how.
It's because my four flatmates are pigs. They all cook three meals a day, separate from each other, and not one of them ever cleans up anything until they need to use it again. That also includes throwing away empty tin cans or milk cartons, as well as disposing of leftover food.
Furthermore, there are enough pots and pans in our kitchen that they only need to use the top layer of dirty dishes, and hence, only the top layer of dirty dishes gets washed. And yes, I am actually saying that there are layers. Every inch of counter space in my kitchen is filled with dirty dishes, leftover food and general gunk.
So the reason why I rarely cook dinner for myself is quite frankly that I am disgusted with the state of the kitchen.
With a clear risk of sounding like an emo teenager: I hate my flatmates.
EDIT: But it's all okay. I love Rabia.