1747: the horror and humorous stories of roommates

Today, I decided to do the dishes at my house. They were piling up and the fact of the matter is when you can’t find a fork to save your life to eat your takeout because the delivery man or the person who packaged your food forgot your plastic utensils you get extremely frustrated or you get creative by eating with your hands. I decided to tackle this never ending mound of dishes that weren’t necessarily mine, but they were gross and I hate a gross kitchen.

As I’m sifting through the mess I find plastic cups(the fast-food kind), pieces of aluminum foil. I begin to wonder what the heck my roommates are on?! As in who got stoned enough to believe that this was the trashcan. I’m on a mad hunt for the sponge to tackle the never-ending pile, but I’m not encountering one single sponge. I know earlier on in the week there was in fact a sponge I bought it, I used it. I have one of those two sinks type deal. So I sift through the other pile and all I find is a rag, that smells like something left in the back of the fridge and dropped into a pile of sewage.

There is only one name that comes to mind, Jen. She’s done this three or four times. She throws out my sponge and begins to use a rag to wash the dishes, which is not even a rag to begin with, but in fact, a washcloth. It’s gross to me, and disgusting beyond belief. I’m more than grumpy at this point, and any notion of me cleaning the dishes to find a clean fork is out of the question, let me remind you the dishes weren’t mine but in fact hers from the previous night of her cooking and eating all this past week. It angers me my roommates don’t pick up after themselves. I beg the question, why on earth would you want to use a rag compared to a sponge? Maybe it’s just my opinion when it comes to rags and sponges. Anyways, back to my story…I throw all the dishes down not really caring if I broke one or not at this point.

in the end, I think I’m more pissed at the fact, she threw away something that’s mine.