Sigh
I have pet peeves as a room mate. maybe they make me a bad room mate. or a not so easy going person. or maybe just an adult.
clean your pots after 24 hours. dont eat my food / drink my liquids/booze.
I dont even mind if I am the only one doing the house chores. - I will bite my tongue and not say anything even if I am the only one buying house soap.
But If I am the only one buying house soap, vacuming and cleaning the bathroom. THEN DONT FUCKING EAT MY FOOD AND DO YOUR FUCKING DISHES.
and dont think everything in the fridge is yours - esp when you only cook once every two weeks and forget absolutly everything - you have no clue what is yours and whats not. - do I really need to label my stuff. apparently so. - I feel 16 again. I actually need to put a sign on my nonna's cookies [ THAT SHE MADE AND SHIPPED ALL THE WAY FROM TORONTO], put a sign that says dont eat me.
cause I swear to god you dont even like them. you dont even have them with coffee the way they are meant to be eaten. THEY DONT REMIND YOU OF HOME THE WAY THEY REMIND ME OF HOME! AND I CAN'T FUCKING BUY THEM ANYWHERE.
Dont fucking eat my shit.
esp when you make me buy you spinage and forget about paying me back. esp when we go to a concert and I buy your ticket and you dont pay me back. esp when you accidently drink my wine, you say you will buy me another bottle and never do.
i'm going to steel your booze.