When you give a mouse some wine...

...he's going to want some cheese.

It is true that I have complained about my roommates often recently, and I thought why break with tradition now. I have taken some photographs of the house, you can see so until computer screens come with a scratch and sniff option you're just going to have to imagine it.

And, believe it or not I took these photos on a day where the house was relatively clean...

Living room with a roommate asleep on the sofa. Place mats, a computer mouse, clothing, and a backpack strewn about the floor with kid's toys and a cat carrier.

Other view of living room with cat carrier, dirty laptop left out and bags of food stuff with empty soda can by the door.

Why are there plastic bags on the laundry room floor? Because they are covering up the cat poop from the litter box being too dirty for the cats to use...

Laundry room storage, the only thing that is mine is the keyboard all the way in the back.

This is the dining area. Note the used bowl under the high chair, the containers of food left on the table and the place mat on the floor. Take note that none of the items are mine. I think the thing by the door is Carrie's panties...

Kitchen counter space... none. Note empty pizza box on the stove top (Stacy) and the rest of the lack of counter space (Carrie).

This is the kitchen sink. There are clean dishes in the drying rack, those are the ones I used. The ones filling the sink I did not use but I will wash them anyway because my o.c.d. won't allow me to leave the dishes to grow things.

This is in the living room... There is a cranberry juice stain that is hard to see as it is in the shadow, there are empty soda cans and Marlboro cigarette butts on the floor as well as wet cat food cans and bags of foodstuffs. I hate cranberry juice and don't smoke Marlboros. As far as the cans go I guarantee they are Stacy's.

This is the fridge. I know it's not fair to complain about the fridge because that is a shared space, but that's my point! See how much stuff is thrown in there! None of it is mine. I can't go to the store for my own food, and no matter how many times I reorganize that thing the next day it's back to this. Okay, a cluttered fridge isn't that big but look at the top shelf. Plate of chewed up, uncovered, old pizza. Behind the cream cheese is rancid roast beef.
Second shelf: That Wendy's box is two weeks old, the sandwich meat under it is growing things, and the loaf of bread is sitting inside of that clear salad bowl, also uncovered.
Bottom shelf:there's nothing rancid or old, but it's just cluttered.
The crisper drawers, not shown, are actually clean.

This is the hallway, dirty clothes on the chair and sofa, and a t.v. on the sofa. Again, not mine.

Do I really need to tell what is obviously wrong with this child's room. The not-so-obvious thing is the dookie stain on the wall between the bed and window.

Now, the reason this was a "cleaner day" is because I had spent all of the previous day cleaning up after them. See why I need a job so I can move out before I go insane! I mean come on!

Complain Complain
Maddie

Currently Hearing: "Madagascar-Roumania(Tu Jesty Fata)" By Gogol Bordello

Currently Reading: "Strange Encounters: Adventures of a Renegade Naturalist" by Daniel B. Botkin

P.S.
"If anything, Woody Guthrie suffered from the arrogance of believing that he knew the 'truth'..."