Its NOT all my mess. The stuff around the computer is my mess, and frankly, no body fucking asked you to pick it up, so don't worry about it. I'll do it. I'll also clean the kitchen that I didn't dirty. Because well, obviously, that's my fucking mess too, right? Nevermind that the only thing I've eaten in the house was a grilled cheese sandwich earlier in the week and popcorn the night before last. But, hey, that's okay, I'll take responsibility for all the dirty dishes that I didn't use. It's what you fucking want, right? Oh, yeah, and those two laundry baskets that have been sitting out for a week and a half? Those must be mine too, huh? Wow, nice to have some new fucking clothes. Oh, wait, and all that shit on the coffee table? Mine too. Thanks for the movies guys! I appreciate it.
So, before you start bitching to *me* about "bothering" with things, take a fucking look around. MY mess is where it always is, at the computer and in my room, which really shouldn't be your concern.
Oh yeah, sorry I didn't get the cats every last shot in the book. But, ya know, funds were limited ..and since I got them for both cats, I followed the vets advice. They're indoor cats, no need for rabies. Excuse the fuck outta me. Am I to pay for the shots for both the cats this time too?
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go calm down before I blow up at some poor unsuspecting customer because my room mate feels like I'm such a fucking slob and don't do shit. At least you won't find a half eaten squash and moldy dishes in my room.