Fucker.
Warning:
James: "Why, thank you Kirsti for doing the dishes."
Kirsti: "No problem James. I know how important playing computer games 24/7 is to you. I wouldn't dream of asking you to take some time away from them to do the dishes when all I'm doing is studying for my exams."
James: "Like I said, thank you. It was very nice of you to let me continue to be an unproiritised, lazy, directionless asshole while you, a busy and rather stressed individual spent the last hour boiling water in the kettle since our hot water is on the blink in order to have something remotely hot to wash the dishes in."
Kirsti: "Anytime, my friend, anytime. Walk right over my sorry little ass."
Okay, so maybe my fears of mice and maggots are somewhat unfounded in this sort of weather. But for fucks sake, he was supposed to do the dishes the night he cooked dinner (or more realistically around here, the next afternoon). He cooked on Thursday. Until I snapped at him earlier, the vegetables were still sitting on the bench.
His argument: They didn't need to be done until before dinner tonight.
No, sweetie, sorry. The vacuuming, general cleaning of the kitchen (mopping, etc) and the cleaning of the bathroom didn't have to be done until before Sunday dinner - tonight. Never mind the fact that we have run out of cutlery, glasses, mugs and bowls...no, these things aren't indicative of the dishes needing to be done.
Fucker.
I cannot wait to go home. I now understand exactly what my mother must have thought about me when I was still living at home.
James: "Why, thank you Kirsti for doing the dishes."
Kirsti: "No problem James. I know how important playing computer games 24/7 is to you. I wouldn't dream of asking you to take some time away from them to do the dishes when all I'm doing is studying for my exams."
James: "Like I said, thank you. It was very nice of you to let me continue to be an unproiritised, lazy, directionless asshole while you, a busy and rather stressed individual spent the last hour boiling water in the kettle since our hot water is on the blink in order to have something remotely hot to wash the dishes in."
Kirsti: "Anytime, my friend, anytime. Walk right over my sorry little ass."
Okay, so maybe my fears of mice and maggots are somewhat unfounded in this sort of weather. But for fucks sake, he was supposed to do the dishes the night he cooked dinner (or more realistically around here, the next afternoon). He cooked on Thursday. Until I snapped at him earlier, the vegetables were still sitting on the bench.
His argument: They didn't need to be done until before dinner tonight.
No, sweetie, sorry. The vacuuming, general cleaning of the kitchen (mopping, etc) and the cleaning of the bathroom didn't have to be done until before Sunday dinner - tonight. Never mind the fact that we have run out of cutlery, glasses, mugs and bowls...no, these things aren't indicative of the dishes needing to be done.
Fucker.
I cannot wait to go home. I now understand exactly what my mother must have thought about me when I was still living at home.