my housemates are scruff
here we go again. tuesday morning, usually it’s rubbish collecting day, when council services collect all the rubbish. and guess what? once again my dear beloved housemates forgot to take them out monday night. got back from work this morning already knowing that rubbish wont be takken out, fuming, angry. but then again, if thats fine with them, i cannot be bothered. it’s like living with a bunch of kids who cannot understand importance of cleanliness and how that important for your health. you know i hate the style they live, getting out of the house nice, clean clothes, but living inside like in a dump. i honestly believe that they are mothers boy/girl who have no idea how to do chores. i just can imagine what their rooms looks like…
