For those of you who are just tuning in… this really isn't a complaint board, I just have a lot to complain about. I'm usually vocal when I'm happy and don't feel the need to blog. Anger on the other hand is something I nned to let out to everyone so it doesn't build up.

Written on September 24th, 2006 & filed under Personal, Where does this Belong Anyway?

I need to find somewhere else to live.

This house is not my home, and it never can be.

When I moved in, I removed and replaced the floor, walls and bath tub in the bathroom because it was disgusting to me. I used my own money, which I don't have much of to create a creature comfort for myself. Unfortunately my bathroom is on the first floor and convenient for others to use, so they go in and use it. Honestly, I don't mind people using or occupying my space for their needs. I do however mind when people make messes in my space and don't clean up after themselves.

I know it's not my house, but I pay rent, and clean that bathroom because I use it, and anywhere I expect to clean myself, I want to be clean. Then there is the door. I close the door because for some reason the dog loves to go in my bathroom, which I put a new floor, rugs, walls, shower curtain trash can, and all other missing anemities of keeping it clean, and track mud all through it…however there is a certain person (who also adds her own messes… toothpaste left in the sink, GARBAGE ON THE COUNTER, and other BULLSHIT) who feels the need to never close the fucking door after going in the room. I have made it abundantly clear that it ANNOYS THE FUCK OUT OF ME, and that I want it closed so the items I purchased do not get ruined.

Gimmie a break, how hard is it to close a fucking door? Is it more difficult than flushing the fucking toilet (which is a whole additional rant)?

ARRGH! I'm looking, when I find a place, I'm leaving. Sorry Joe and Tye, I don't care if you won't be able to pay bills without my rent money, I need to have my living spaces my way.

Written on September 24th, 2006 & filed under Personal, Where does this Belong Anyway?, Woe is Me