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I have discovered the reason I want to live alone, with my cat. Just me and the cat. I got an IM today, telling me I didn't *bother* with the mess in the house. As if its entirely my mess. Now, I know Jenni and Rob haven't been home the last week. But, ya know, we've had house guests, and Jenni was home before that. Thankyouverymuch.
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.


Jun. 28th, 2002 02:10 pm (UTC)
Ouch. Reminds me a lot of my time with roommates. There were 6 of us living in a huge house in the U-District. No one wanted to take responsibility for anything, so I tried to, assigning chores (like mowing the lawn, cleaning gutters, etc) to various people, myself most of all. But after 6 months of no one doing their chores except me, I got frustrated. One of the other people's chores was mowing the lawn. I had done it once or twice when it got really high because I knew it bothered our neighbors. Never got thanked or acknowledged, of course. So finally, after it got to be about a foot high, I mowed part of it, got pissed, and dragged the lawnmower up to the roommate's room and unceremoniously left it on his bed.

Needless to say, he wasn't pleased. He kept complaining for days about the oil stains and the grass everywhere in his room. I just grinned at him and told him to mow the lawn next time. He never did, of course, and soon moved out. Good fucking riddance to bad roommates who won't do their share and blame you for it.

Not that I'm implying your current situation is the same or that your roommate is like mine were. The roommate argument just reminded me of that incident.
Jun. 28th, 2002 02:21 pm (UTC)
Well, the fiance does his share, probably more. I don't mean to make it sound like he doesn't do anything....but, what pissed me off was the automatic blaming of me, and assuming that it was suddenly my responsibility.

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