I've had it. Simply had it.

Mar 15, 2006 23:27

I get home from school, and go to use the bathroom. What do I find? Someone has thoughtfully clogged the toilet and left it there without doing anything about it. No note, no warning, nobody said anything, no attempt to unclog it, nothing. I'm going to ream whoever did it. I'm going to rip their arms off and beat them with them. I'm sick and tired of all the crap. People ditch their dishes in the sink, all over the counter, with the food still on them, and leave them there to rot. The apartment smells like a pig stye. I don't care if I spelled that wrong. You walk in the door and half the time the smell knocks you down. People use my things, leave them everywhere, terrible condition, nobody says anything, nobody says, "Oh, thanks for letting me use your whatever it was" and hands it back to me in nice condition. No. I walk out in the living room and my things are strewn about, oftentimes dirty, in a state of unusability, and I've had it. They ate my salsa without saying a word, without asking. Probably didn't even notice that it wasn't theirs. That's what really ticks me off, they don't look, don't check, don't care. Take the stereo out of his room, throw the CD face down on the dresser or wherever it happens to land, take it out into the kitchen use it a bit, then leave it there with the volume up as high as it'll go for a while. He doesn't care.

I blew up today when I discovered the toilet. Water got all over the floor, leaked down inside the walls. Probably ruined some stuff. If anyone had been here when I discovered it I might have kept yelling, swearing, and maybe even hit whoever was responsible. I've had it. This is several times I've reached the breaking point. It's getting more and more tempting to just let go and let them experience my temper. Probably not a good thing, because then it'd be really bad. When I get really worked up I start breaking things, or people depending on the source of the rage and how bad it is. I am sick and tired of living in squalor because my blasted roommates are too frigging lazy to clean up after themselves. You guys want some dishes? I'm considering just throwing them in the dumpster because I'm tired of dealing with it. They won't clean them, fine, can't use them. No dishes no problem, they can all buy paper plates to use.

Had it. And I still have to do the NT assignment. Now that I'm very in the mood to be doing church-related homework, I think I'll go throw something off the landing.

This close *emphasizes with small space between index finger and thumb* to really blowing up. That close.


life in general, rant

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