I'd like to file a complaint...
My roomate(s) is/are (a) moron(s).
I get home today and smell something funny. Now in my apartment it always is a little... musty? But this was like dishes-in-the-sink-for-a-week smelly. So I said, "Sky, what's that smell?"
"I dunno."
(pause)
"Oh, kitchen, in front of the refridgerator."
I meander over and there's a FULL BOTTLE OF TACO SAUCE BROKEN ON THE FLOOR IN FRONT OF THE FRIDGE.
I say calmly, "When did this happen?"
"I have no idea whose that is."
Great.
So I changed into some comfortable clothes, threw my headphones against a wall, breaking them, and cleaned up the mess. Then I made Sky help me take out the trash and he left to eat.
I
Fucking
Hate
Living
Here.
Well... no, I hate having to be the mommy. Moreso because I would rather we all excersize some sense of responsibility and maturity when living together, however Rob has neither and Sky is kind of... mindless leaving all this shit to me. If something's the mess - I clean it up. If something smells bad - I fix it. If something breaks, is missing, goes wrong, in any way shape or form interrupts Rob or Sky's little microcosms of obliviousness, I take care of it.
What upsets me more is that I have no way of releasing this tension except writing in my pansy assed LiveJournal.
I get home today and smell something funny. Now in my apartment it always is a little... musty? But this was like dishes-in-the-sink-for-a-week smelly. So I said, "Sky, what's that smell?"
"I dunno."
(pause)
"Oh, kitchen, in front of the refridgerator."
I meander over and there's a FULL BOTTLE OF TACO SAUCE BROKEN ON THE FLOOR IN FRONT OF THE FRIDGE.
I say calmly, "When did this happen?"
"I have no idea whose that is."
Great.
So I changed into some comfortable clothes, threw my headphones against a wall, breaking them, and cleaned up the mess. Then I made Sky help me take out the trash and he left to eat.
I
Fucking
Hate
Living
Here.
Well... no, I hate having to be the mommy. Moreso because I would rather we all excersize some sense of responsibility and maturity when living together, however Rob has neither and Sky is kind of... mindless leaving all this shit to me. If something's the mess - I clean it up. If something smells bad - I fix it. If something breaks, is missing, goes wrong, in any way shape or form interrupts Rob or Sky's little microcosms of obliviousness, I take care of it.
What upsets me more is that I have no way of releasing this tension except writing in my pansy assed LiveJournal.