we live in filth
i s-- i s-- i say we live in filth, ya hear? we have a nice apartment. i mean, we could be living in a really nice place if it weren't for the plastic bags, magic cards and beer bottles scattered haphazardly across its expanse. i don't know about the rest of them but i think its fucking disgusting. i mean, we don't live in a fucking dorm anymore. there is a big difference. yet the plastic wrappers on the floor remind me ever so utterly of O.house. and the dishes in the sink make me want to break something. i feel i have a pretty decent level of tolerance for shit, but it kills me that i wake up to find both sides of the sink totally filled with dishes that need to be washed. it's not like there's a fucking automatic dishwasher right next to the goddamn sink or anything. oh wait... YES THERE IS. WOW. hey, my great-great-grandmother would have probably shat herself if these things were around when she was.
i sure hope i'm not coming off as an asshole. i mean, after all my room is a bit messy too. but then again, that's my room. my own private space. and i am planning on cleaning it up in the next few days. see there is a difference between your own personal space and shared space. it seems to me that shared space ought to be somewhat... i dunno, CLEANER AND HOSPITABLE FOR COMPANY than, well, what ours currently exemplifies. again, i don't wanna sound liek an asshole, but i am seriously bothered by the fact hat no one else takes a more than a moment to clean up anything they do. well, justin helps. i mean, i would say something, but last time i did i got called grumpy nuts. and i knwo that was in jest, and i was okay with that, because i figured, y'know, at least my point got through. but here again i wake up and cant even pout myself a glass of water out of the kitchen sink because fucking dirty dishes are in the way. and from here i can spot at least 5 pieces of trash on our coffee table. i would clean it up myself except for the fact that it's not mine and i don't fucking feel like it. i think that constitutes a pretty good reason. if it were mine, it would already be done. that's the thing. that's why i am getting so angry. because it's NOT mine, and its NOT done. but i guess if you want something done you have to do it yourself.
dammit.
i sure hope i'm not coming off as an asshole. i mean, after all my room is a bit messy too. but then again, that's my room. my own private space. and i am planning on cleaning it up in the next few days. see there is a difference between your own personal space and shared space. it seems to me that shared space ought to be somewhat... i dunno, CLEANER AND HOSPITABLE FOR COMPANY than, well, what ours currently exemplifies. again, i don't wanna sound liek an asshole, but i am seriously bothered by the fact hat no one else takes a more than a moment to clean up anything they do. well, justin helps. i mean, i would say something, but last time i did i got called grumpy nuts. and i knwo that was in jest, and i was okay with that, because i figured, y'know, at least my point got through. but here again i wake up and cant even pout myself a glass of water out of the kitchen sink because fucking dirty dishes are in the way. and from here i can spot at least 5 pieces of trash on our coffee table. i would clean it up myself except for the fact that it's not mine and i don't fucking feel like it. i think that constitutes a pretty good reason. if it were mine, it would already be done. that's the thing. that's why i am getting so angry. because it's NOT mine, and its NOT done. but i guess if you want something done you have to do it yourself.
dammit.