Things I hate about my Flatmate

Things I hate about my Flatmate

Yes hate! Why oh why must I come home to a filthy kitchen and disgusting living room! Are you joking me? Garbage on the counters! Garbage on the dining table?! What is that about? I do not appreciate at all. I have been nothing but respectful to this girl. Doing my best to stay quiet when it's late so she can sleep but it's OK for her to vacuum the hallway when I have work at 3AM! I don't understand. And to top it all off she eats my food. My Nutella is gone. I didn't even know she was using it. I woke up this morning and wanted Nutella and toast and why was there an empty jar of Nutella in the garbage bag that was on the dining room table. Hell NO! I moved all of my non-perishable items to the bottom drawer of my dresser in my room. This is the last straw. I've tried to be nice. Telling her it's cool if she wants to use my stuff ... just ask. But to just take without permission is not an option at all. I am done. And the girl doesn't know how to communicate. I think she's scared of black people. Why I would intimidate her, I have no clue. No, I'm not quiet. But I am in no way abrasive and have been doing my damndest to cater to her needs. The other day she interrupted a phone call I was on with my mom to ask about community dinner and I politely told her that I was unsure of the dates. This blog I found randomly today knows my pain and SEVERAL stories correlate with my current living situation.

Today's reason my flatmate pisses me off: Because there are apparently clones of her circulating the globe and making it difficult for beautifully sane people like me to live in peace.