I Feel Like Every Third Post I Make Us About How I Hate My Flatmates And Thier Lack Of An Ability To

i feel like every third post i make us about how i hate my flatmates and thier lack of an ability to clean, but it’s happened again, worse than ever. i wake up, there is dinner dishes just lying about, uncleaned, unrinsed, just fucking sitting there. the FOOD RUBBISH from last night is still there, a meat tray, onion peel, cheese scraps.

our landlord came over the other day and told us to keep the kitchen clean because it’s coming into winter and we don’t want to attract mice.

and now they pull this shit

some of you guys have GOT to remember about fun

This is me with my cat

like are you kidding me. of course there’s people up there making the clouds do that

EDIT:

i’m now going to add pretty sky pictures whenever i take them :)

sometimes i look at the clouds and understand how people created religions

if i have to tell my fully grown adult (male, of course) room mates that they need to do their dishes after they eat ONE MORE FUCKING TIME i’ll lose my mind for real for real

Seeing spider verse with my little sister