I'm feeling
soooo energetic right now!
Fucking flatmate! I can't wait till Heidi and Mo score a new house for themselves. I'm so pissed off.
To start with, since Heidi moved in, the power bill has skyrocketed. She pays no rent (she shares Mo's room), so they live here for $40 a week each. Everything in the house belongs to me. That probably sounds selfish and intolerant, but I've been tolerant e-fucking-nuff, yo.
1) Everytime she changes a toilet roll in the loo, she drops the old roll on the floor - on the side of the toilet that the *rubbish bin* is not on. She probably thinks the toilet roll fairy picks it up.
2) She has never lifted a finger to help with anything that is communal. Once, I even asked her - before she started her new job, and had spare time - if she would help me have a big clean up around the house as the place bneeded vacuuming and floors washed an' shit. "Sure!" she says, and then goes off to clean hers and Mo's room beautifully, while I cleaned the bathroom, the toilet, vacuumed the house, did the dishes, washed the floors an' shit. She didn't even help me move the furniture in the lounge so I could wash the wood floors that she and Mo had spilled coke and pizza and crap all over. At that point, while I was still moving couches and rugs, she slipped out to go visit a tanning clinic and get a legwax. Nice.
3) She dyed her hair. No sweat, I like hair dye, too. BUT, she left globs of dye on the white bathroom tiles without cleaning up after her, and also a huge smear of dye gloop across the hair blowdryer that I leave hanging in the bathroom for us all to use. I left it for a couple of days to see if she'd just run out of time and would clean it up. Nope. I did it. I paid $900 bond on this place, and the bathroom was unstained and as new. I finally did it myself, when after a shower I mistakenly thought that the gloop all across my blowdryer must be dry by now. It wasn't. Luckily I was still in a towel and not wearing any good clothes, cos that shit was all over my hand and towel. So, I clean it up. I also manage to scrub all the stains away from the white tiles, but it took some elbow grease and lots of chemicals.
4) I've just gone to put a few things in the dryer and the dryer is jam packed with towels that are still damp. Never mind that the dryer was way overfull and could've caused a fucking house fire. Naturally, the damp towels have been there awhile and now smell yukky. I know what shew'll say, as she's done it before - "ooh, they smell like ass, and promptly throw them back in the washing machine.
5) I have never known someone to have soo much washing - my washing machine is getting a thrashing and is starting to fuck up a bit in it's cycles. Now I know why.
6) I tend to go out in the evenings so that her and Mo get some space together as they are a couple. She loves lollies and sweets and several times, maybe a dozen times, I've had to pick sticky sweets out of my rugs. I even left one for a few days to see what would happen. Nothing happened and I cleaned it up myself.
7) Until she moved in, Mo was great. He mowed lawns, he did dishes, he cleaned up after himself - but now he is so fucking cunt-struck, he's become as slack as she is.
8) I wash the floor one day, and she drops shit on the floor and doesn't wipe it up again - never mind that I had just washed the fucking floor!
9) I could go on, but I'm probably boring you.
I'm so fucking pissed off! Last straw.
Find a place, guys, and find it soon. I can't afford the careless wear and tear on my stuff, and I don't get nearly enough rent and shit from them to warrant being their fucking maid. Just GO!
GRRRRRRRR.
Ahh. Louder-than-is-reasonable-rock'n'roll and a good rant makes me feel so much better. Cheers.