I do the dishes. I vacuum. I clean the bathroom. I constantly clean up after you. I take out the trash. I take out the recycling.
You leave your trash on the counters and tables. You left a piece of trash on the kitchen table just the other day when the trash can is literally 2 feet away. You leave your crumbs all over the table. You spill your coffee grounds all over the place and leave them there. You’ve even spilled drinks on the counters and floor without cleaning them up.
I asked you to rinse your dishes and even told you that it makes it a lot easier for ME to do the dishes. You don’t even do that anymore. You hoard dirty dishes in your room. I’ve stopped doing the dishes several times and every single time we’ve practically run out of dishes and I end up washing them because I need something to eat off of/with.
You haven’t cleaned your hand towel or face cloth in months. MONTHS. They aren’t even the colour they’re supposed to be anymore. They’re making the entire bathroom reek. You do realize they’ve reached a level of filth that won’t be fixed by the washing machine, right?
I understand you’re busy with school, but so am I. I manage to do my laundry, clean up after myself, clean up after you, and complete all of my schoolwork. Perhaps you should find a way to manage your time more efficiently. I’m not your mother. —Mommy Dearest
This article appears in Mar 24-30, 2011.
There is always the controversial, and as yet scientifically unsupported “Wire Hanger” therapy:
http://www.scene-stealers.com/wp-content/u…
And this is why I’ll take a rumbling tummy over a roommate any day!
get outta my cerveau captain…that was my first thought too. weirdo
Revenge of Ivan The Brainworm 2: Electric Boogaloo.
http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.…
My mom got REALLY mad at me once for calling her “mommy dearest” roflz.
Also, your cerveau comment made me remember this one time in my conversational french class where this guy told us about how in Mexico, I think, there’s this dish that’s basically just raw monkey brains and they will actually put a hole in the table and cut off the monkey’s skull and eat the brains from the live monkey because it keeps the brains warm.
I started crying a little when he told us that story 🙁
Poor monkey 🙁
That’ll teach you for moving in with your brother/boyfriend OP.
PK: I think it might actually be somewhere in the middle east or India… One of my Navy buddies told me about that and I almost hurled right there. Apparently its also got something to do with the endorphines that the monkey releases when it is afraid or in pain which in turn, makes the person eating the brains high as fuck… Ew.
Nothing is more revolting than watching someone try to eat live octopus. Although it can get pretty funny when the octopus decides he’s not going gently into that good night.
OP you get what you deserve.
You want to be this persons servant, then you deserve it.
Do you have a area where you live that is private ?
Can you lock everyone else out ? A closet, your room, anywhere ?
Keep a few dishes in there. Have some disposable plates, bowls.
Feed yourself ,clean up after yourself & the hell withthe rest of the place…not your problem, you want to eat, you’ve always got clean dishes, just pile his up on the floor, in front of his door, where ever , just don’t lift a finger to clean or do anything EXCEPT FOR YORSELF.
It won’t be long before they notice.
Simply remove all your dishes, all your stuff & ignore them until you have the opportunity to get he hell out of there .
Good Luck.
“You haven’t cleaned your hand towel or face cloth in months. MONTHS. They aren’t even the colour they’re supposed to be anymore.” um ew
i guess you missed a piece of trash o.p., the one you are bitching about.
Live alone. Do it now.
we need a FAB (Frequent answered bitches) section because how many times have we commented on the same thing over and over.
FAB 1) Bitcher is cleaning up after shitty room mates.
anglo says… move.
we have spoken of penning a handbook, but we don’t like rules
PK -unfortanitly it happens, don’t know if you can get ahold of a movie “faces of death” (or if you want too). It was made by a mortition for his students (get rid of the weak ones first). It shows all kinds of gross, sick, but real footage of things like that.
BTW, I seen you asked about DT1 the other day and yes its only been a few months but things are going great.
More said what I was going to say. paper plates and a hideout.
OP, fuck it, don’t do any of that shit if the asswipe won’t do their share. Kill them with their own poor habits. Or just fucking move out, it’s not like you’re in a concentration camp.
ooo anarchism paingirl, and please pen a book that would be fantastic bathroom reading.
teehee no, you can’t make me
Bah, how come the bitchbook broke down anyway
OP, put the dirty shit in their room on their bed. And use paper plates/cups and plastic cutlery. Just keep them in your room so it’s not ‘public domain’. I had a roommate who claimed she didn’t have to clean or anything because, according to her, she never used our stuff but would bring her bf over and use shit and leave it on the counter. The other roommate would use a new clean cup every single time to have a glass of water.
another silly suggestion i will make is, get a baby piglet. then when they ask what the fuck, you just tell them, it must be one of their offspring, then walk away. the piggy would be right at home there, plenty of slop, and when old enough, bacon with your eggs.