After weeks of asking politely I thoroughly lost my temper and wrote an angry letter to my housemate. In short my main complaints are:

  • I'm tired of scrubbing cat poo and wee off the carpet. Not my cat, not my problem. Someone has to do it, though.
  • Good God, be a grown up and just clean up after yourself as you go. Today I opened the microwave to be hit by this powerful stink. To my horror there was a plate festering with mould. Jesus.
  • Stop stealing my stuff. Just stop. I hate you.

Of course my letter was more puffed out (I think eventually I rambled for four entire pages, feel the rage) and ended with a typical kind of snivelling whiney vibe.

He's been avoiding me for days now, I didn't think I was so mad intimidating, clearly I'm badass.

Also, I started my week with a cervical cancer screening examination at 8am. Surely from here the only way is up!

-A.