I am mad.
These flatmates drive me to isolation.
The kitchen is a fuckin' wreck, and my shit was used again.
I'm pretty sure my teaspoons now don't exist.
Because they'll be a nightmare to find.
and what's worse is one of my bowls that was used still had food in it- and I had no idea how the fuck I was supposed to clean and reclaim it.
I really want a cup of tea, but I'm too mad to make it.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this posti walked to two stores before coming home
because i had money and they were both on my way home
i then got home
and mother napkins had left a note
that said she wanted me to go to the store
and get stuff
i did not get anything on that list
and my entire body aches
aaaaaaaa
I live in a constant state of fear and misery.Also Olive you gotta find some more private space man. Unless they're coming into your room and doing it somehow. At which point you should talk to the Resident Authority guy.
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850I don't want to keep literally everything in my own room is the thing.
I've already (thankfully) managed to convince the uni to grant me a minifridge.
But yeah- I literally won't have space if I give up my cupboard and drawers too.
It's supposed to be a shared kitchen, and the place is a dump.
And yeah- apparently people in this flat don't give a shit and will gladly open a cupboard or drawer to take stuff from there- rather than be self-sufficient and actually clean up.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postUni students are pain. They lower my faith in human decency.
I am not going to miss halls.
Oh holy shit, I'm doing some reading to do a review of a chapter for a deadline-
There was an MP in 1640 called Sir Edward Hyde.
edited 3rd Nov '15 12:23:47 PM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

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