%title Rantish.
%date 2005-09-20 16:40:33
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This whole housemate thing is getting out of hand.  I'm really contemplating something drastic, like leaving for three days or so without telling them.  Just go stay at a friend's or something, and see if they can really do anything for themselves at all, or if I come back and all of the instant food is gone and every useable surface on the countertop is covered with dishes.  Like it is now.  After only a week; I spent four hours cleaning the damn thing last monday.

So, like, I'd clean up their mess myself (along with cooking dinner for them three or four times a week), but that's like a part time job that I'm not getting paid for.  So that, plus school, leads to a lot of extra stress I'm just not willing to deal with.  I tried talking with them, but Shannon just gets angry and hides in her room for two hours, and Ryan agrees, promising the both of us that one of these days, he'll stop being lazy.  Well, hey, it's been five months.  We only have nine more on our lease, then I'm moving out.  Whether that means new roommates or living by myself, I don't care.  I've gone into debt from trying to feed us all, but I guess all that's not even worth scraping your plate when you're done - it's better, after all, to let the stuff rot in the sink while you play WoW and Matt waits for you to realize how gross it is.

Gosh, I'm passive aggressive.  I guess that at some point I'm going to have to just draw the line.