I'm getting a little pissed at my roommate/boyfriend. He's known for three weeks that I'm having fairly distinguished company over from this afternoon to the 26th. For the record, it's the hacking/phreaking legend, Captain Crunch.
The roomie was pissing and moaning on Sunday about how I wasn't cleaning, so I busted my ass cleaning up all of my stuff, yet two boxes of his shit and a bunch of papers sat in the middle of the kitchen all day without him touching them, then yesterday the same. I come down this morning and the number of boxes has tripled. What the fuck.
Like I understand that he might be coming down with a cold or whatever, and "feels weak", but these are largely empty boxes and it takes 60 seconds and not a lot of strength to fold the fuckers up, unlock the storage shed, throw them in, and close it, and he's had two and a half days to do it all in. I could do that much even if I were sick.
The most infuriating thing is that all of the shit in the kitchen now, save for the original two boxes, was shit that came from him uncluttering his room last night, a room that John isn't even going to see. Now it's there in the middle of the kitchen for everyone to see. Fuck me blind.
I don't know, am I wrong? Am I expecting too much for someone to pull his fucking weight in terms of keeping the place clean, especially when company comes over? When he wants his friends to come over, everything has to be just so, but fuck it, let's toss a bunch of trash into the fucking kitchen the day before I'm having a friend over. God damn it.
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