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Monday, March 21, 2011
I do everything you do, and I still manage to find a way to keep this apartment in semi-clean order. I told you when you moved in that I'm not a clean freak, and yeah, I can get a little messy too. But you take it to the extreme. You bring out your crustyass week old dishes from your smelly cave and leave them on the counter for me to do—then you criticize how I wash dishes?! For a week I only washed the set of dishes I use... and we ran out of dishes! The counter and table were full of your moldy old food and plates, and sour milk... and you STILL didn't do anything until I said something.
I'm not your mother. I have my own stuff to do. It's to the point where if I want something done I have to tell you when to do it and when I need it done by. I do the majority of house chores... AND I STILL HAVE TO RIDE YOUR ASS FOR YOU TO GET IT DONE.
I can't have people over because it takes one night of you being home for this place to explode with filth. On top of that you constantly criticize how I do things. DO YOUR PART! I've tried not doing anything, asking you to do your share, writing reminder notes, not saying anything, saying something, shoving all your shit from in the living space into your cave—nothing is working. —Mr. Nice Guy