I hate being a responsible person. Some of you that know me less well than you think you do may be laughing now, but I am a responsible person. I will put things off for as long as I can avoid doing them sometimes, but these are things that I know can be put off. I don’t have habit of losing important things, I don’t turn up late for work when I’m taking over from my other workmates (David is excluded, it’s kind of like a silent deal or something). I make sure things are tidy in other areas of my house, I clean the bath before I leave the bathroom, I make sure the sink is clean after shaving or brushing my teeth or whatever, if the toilet roll is finished when I’m there I replace it with another one, I fold the towels that hang on the radiator in the bathroom so they will actually dry instead of using it as a towel hanger… It’s a lot of things like that, that other people don’t seem to be capable of doing that annoy me.

I make a bit of effort to make their lives easier and nicer and all they do is walk all over you.

In case you hadn’t guessed I’m talking about two people in particular. My housemates: Craig and his girlfriend Maria.

Between them right now they owe me £140. I’m trying to save as much money as humanly possible right now and I can’t go around picking up their bills. If they don’t want to owe money then they should save some of it instead of spending it on useless crap. They need to get their priorities straight.

If I know I have a bill coming soon then I don’t spend all of my money, surely this is only common sense or decency.

The bathroom is a mess every time I go in there. Have you ever had to clean out the bath after someone else has been in it? Have you ever cleaned a sink with toothpaste running down the sides, collecting at the bottom with a bunch of long hair clogging up the plug hole? I have, it’s not very nice. I don’t like doing it.

“Why don’t you tell them to change?”
I’m too polite and kind… It sucks, it just means people do what they like and I work around it. I’m just about sick of it. It happens here at home, it happens when I go to work. One day soon I’m just gonna go crazy and lash out in some way, I’d hate to be the person that I take all of this out on as it really does annoy me so much.

I just went downstairs to collect the mail from the hallway to find the front door actually open. Yes, open. Yes, the front door that goes almost straight onto the street… The key had been put in the door and turned a bit so that the lock came out, but that’s not much use when the fucking door isn’t closed now is it? If I hadn’t been here today it would probably have taken until some time this afternoon when Craig comes back from work for anyone who lives here to notice that the door was open. I think the chances of someone else noticing, probably a kid, before then are quite high.

Craig could walk up the street to see some little bastard running down the street with his Playstation 2. In fact, I might just hide the thing and tell him that he left the door open. I think that might teach him a bit of a lesson.

“Craig, you didn’t lock the door right or something and I came downstairs when I heard a noise and I saw a kid running out of the fucking living room with your Playstation 2! I tried to chase him but I didn’t have any shoes on or anything… Sorry man.”

I can imagine his face now… Classic.

Oh well, enough moaning for now. I’ll bitch some more later on or something.

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Posted by Len
And uh… he had a wooden leg… Yeah and one arm…