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.
