It's me...
I feel I am half way to becoming my housemates' own 'housemate from hell'. Will happily bitch loudly about the state of the kitchen and more often than not have to sort it out myself yet my room looks like a bad day in Baghdad. I've been criticised for leaving pubes in the shower (sharing with girls leaves you open to this, particularly the stuff about leaving the toilet seat up, although that's rarely me).

My other crimes? Coming in pissed and singing loudly, watching DVD's too loudly, having sex too loudly, late-night onanism, antagonising neighbours when I've had a bad day at work....and so on. On the plus side, I made dinner for everyone on Tuesday night (the girlfriend was round and I'd made too much again), I do contribute to bills on time, will buy milk, toilet paper etc. and have only taken up half a kitchen cupboard with my food.

I feel a total bastard about the kitchen thing, particularly as I usually take it out on the person in the house with the meekest personality because I know she won't shout back. As I type this I can hear the rattling of crockery as she cleans the dishes (about fucking time). I feel like an absolutely massive wanker. But it does the trick.
(ProfessorCutnybaws knows two chords now., Thu 26 Feb 2009, 18:33, 1 reply)

Are you in fact
my ex-housemate?
(Snake (on a) Crane FKA thwack, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 18:39, closed)