Ok this is one of my pet peeves! We have a computer in our loungeroom with an old stye keyboard. Sam uses the computer ALOT and he has the really annoying habit of typing really loudly. Im not being petty I promise! (to get some idea: Type as hard as you can on your keyboard now… and multiply that noise by 10 and you’ll get some idea of how loud i am talking!)  Sometimes we will be sitting in the loungeroom watching a movie or tv and Sam will come in and sit at the computer and start typing, which shouldn’t be a major issue, but it is. Is typing is soooo loud he makes it impossible to hear the tv. It’s only him that has this issue as we are all capable of typing quietly on this keyboard.
And he has the habit of sitting in the loungeroom talking loudly, i mean really loudly on his mobile phone, when everyone else is trying to watch something on tv. Seriously.. why cant he leave the room?? it drives me INSANE!!!
There is nothing more enjoyable than witnessing your housemate come home in the middle of the day, pissed as a fart. I just watched Sam walk through the front door, he then stumbled through the house, just made it to the bathroom and proceeded to spew his guts up for over 5 mins, with the door wide open, making horrible repulsive noises.  I actually don’t know if he made it to the toilet, i’m too scared to go back into the bathroom now.
1) The seat lives in the down position. End of story! See above photo if additional clarification is required.
2) Please remove any decorations in the bowl that you leave behind – before you vacate the bathroom.
3) Toilet-paper is a clever invention. But it doesn’t change itself once it runs out. Its not THAT clever.
4) There is a button on the top of the toilet. Normal people press it once they are finished on the toilet. Try it some time.
Aaarrrgh!
You would think that paying 1/3 of the rent would give me some rights.
Like a right to sleep in my bedroom in some sort of peace and quiet.
Last night – the night before work – at 1am Sam comes home with not one but two friends.
The friends decide to watch TV at loud volume in the room next door – knowing the TV backs up onto the door into my room.
Then, in a wonderful display of sharing and caring, they begin to bonk at about 2am. On our couch, mind you.
The same couch I sit on to watch Seinfeld re-runs each night.
Great.
What is wrong with these people?
As if its not bad enough that they use up all the bread I buy before I even get to open it, but this morning I get up – and find my bread has been used in my own sandwich press to make toasted baked bean sandwiches.
That may not seem so bad, until you see the mass of vomit-like squashed baked beans now living in my sandwich maker.
It is asking too much that Sam cleans up my sandwich maker – especially after using my bread to make his damn sandwiches!
Very annoyed….
