When did you get so lazy?

At one time we were really good friends, now you just piss me off.

I guess it started all those years ago, when we shared an apartment for the first time. Like most things, it was fine at first. Then you started eating my food with no intentions of replacing it. Often I would come home after work to find you sleeping in front of my laptop on my futon. No matter how many times I told you this was not acceptable, it didn’t matter.
So I said fuck it, put my mini fridge in my bedroom with all my food, and disassembled the futon. Problem solved!!

Then eventually I finished school, and moved back home for a year. Then it was time for me to move back to the city. So you said well come live with me again. The first time was okay after I got you to stop eating me food. I said okay.

This second time around was even worse.
I remembered all the crap you pulled that first time, so I was able to avoid it. But a whole new set of problems a raised.

You stopped cleaning, doing dishes, taking out garbage, and you love to waste power. I’m talking lights on in the middle of the day for no fucking reason, and turning the thermostat up to 30 in the bathroom when you take a shower at 5am. Leaving it cranked up for 2 hours till I get up and turn it down. Then we get a $400 power bill and ur like huh!?

I will never forgot when I went away for a week, and instead of emptying the compost, you just through it all in the corner in a big bucket. When I came back it was full of maggots, and the house was filled with fruit flies (which we still have because of you).

Everyday after work you complain to me about your money troubles (all which you created yourself) how shitty work was, or how much pain you are in. I don’t care. I never did. I even tell that to your face, but you don’t get it.

But today was the last straw man. I went to shave before work. I let some hot water run in the sink. All of a sudden it started to fill up with water with no plug in the sink… I was like okay what is clogging this? Then a shit load of cigarette butts start floating up in the water.

I don’t know what possessed you to cram butts down the sink, but that is fucked. Now I am going to have to clean that up like all you fucking messes. I tell you to clean it up but you just leave it there and say yup I will.

Well I am done, I thought I could tough it out till my loan was paid off and I could get a good place for myself. I would rather be happy coming home from work, and waking up in the morning than having a couple extra dollars. —Tired of cleaning up after losers who sit in the room and do nothing to help out

This article appears in Aug 26 – Sep 1, 2010.