the daily snivel
I found you, only to lose you.
Oh, the bittersweet mixture of sorrow and joy within me today as I discovered the pure, concentrated bile that is Things I hate about my flatmate, a blog about the fury and rage that can build within you when you have an inconsiderate person living in the house. The joy, the thrill, of finding someone who knows my pain. And then the crushing disappointment to see that the final post was made last week, as the anonymous poster has moved out. It's like Alanis said: "It's meeting the man of my dreams, and then meeting his beautiful wife. And isn't it ironic? Don't ya think? A little too ironic? Ya I really do think." Ah yes, a muse for the ages.
Anyway, it's the best thing I've read all week, so have a gander and treat yourselves to the incomparable archives.
Here's one example:
Comments:Anyway, it's the best thing I've read all week, so have a gander and treat yourselves to the incomparable archives.
Here's one example:
Last night at 1am I was woken by the door bell ringing, and was greeted by my flatmate apologising because she claimed to have lost her keys, again..
Before I left this morning, my flatmate asked to borrow my keys so she could get a new set cut, and casually mentioned that hopefully someone will return her keys because she had her name and address on the keyring. "Are you serious?" I said disbelievingly. "Yes, after loosing them last time, I thought it would be better if anyone who found them had enough information to return them". I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Her stupidity is just to great for me to tolerate. "So, you know now that someone might have the keys to our apartment, and know where our apartment is... right?". "I guess so". "Do you think that might be a problem?". "Umm, maybe..". Oh dear, this bitch has no idea where I'm going with this. "OK, you're staying here today. You will not leave this house. I will put a new lock on the door."
Today's reason my flatmate pisses me off is she lost her keys which had her name and address on them, and didn't understand this was a problem.
LOL! (Sorry about the acronym, it's become a habit...)That's the funniest thing I've read all weekend! Too bad the blogger has gone. But surely there's another disgruntled, roommate-hating blogger elsewhere?
Cheers, Mel
Cheers, Mel
