Posted by sally on
Wednesday, November 14th, 2007
Filed in Pet Hates
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1- Housemate and her boyfriend kissing and baby-talking in the lounge room when i’m sitting right next to them.. oh god i hate it!
2- People leaving their dishes above the dishwasher, and not in it!
3- People over loading the rubbish bin to the point where its flowing onto the floor, rather than emptying it when they notice its full.
4- People having friends over to stay on our sofa bed in the lounge room for days at a time, so i cant access the lounge room, tv or computer while they sleep in half the day.
5- People cutting their toe nails outside the front door (guess i should be grateful he went outside).
6- People using my milk every day, but for some reason refuse to admit they use milk, even though i see them having it with their cereal.
7- People not replacing the washing detergent, or toilet paper, or anything come to think of it!
8- People who don’t mop the kitchen floor when its their turn to clean the house, when i do it!
9- People who hog the computer and type ultra loudly when they use it (i’m not being petty, it’s insanely loud).
10- People who talk full volume on their mobile in the lounge room, when other people are trying to watch something on tv.
I really think i should be living alone!
Afterall.. if i wanted to live in my own personal Big Brother house I would have auditioned for Big Brother!
I tidied the kitchen/house yesterday and today i woke up in my own personal nightmare! There were glasses EVERYWHERE, empty champagne bottles in random places throughout the house, food wrappers, dirty dishes.. the list could go on and on..
i have one question…. WHY CAN’T PEOPLE WASH DISHES AS THEY USE THEM?
Especially since Sam broke our dishwasher by using big square plates in it, which broke the water sprayer thing off. It seems odd that dishes always seem to make it to the sink, but never any further. And if by some miracle they do manage to get washed, they get stacked on the dish drainer and keep getting piled and piled up higher on top of each other until I put then all away.
You’d think living in a share house would mean ‘sharing’ some of the responsibilities. Maybe we need Big Brother to come in and set allocated chores for my housemates and ensure they get punished if they dont do them? 
How would you feel being in a communal room in your house when two other people come in and start kissing passionately, groping, and… cringe…. dare i say it… babytalking?
I personally CANT STAND IT ! And can say with confidence that i never do it! This is a regular occurence in my house and it seriously makes me want to be sick. Get a room! (its only about 4 footsteps away for gods sake!)
Even typing this makes me cringe….. argh!
I feel it necessary to post good things as well as bad on this website to make the contents of this site slightly less one sided. So… heres something positive: After the vomiting incident yesterday (thank you Sam!!) I eventually went into the bathroom to find remnants of vomit on the toilet seat. I walked out of the bathroom unable to go near the toilet as the thought of cleaning up his spew was enough to make me want to spew also. Thank god for Meg (housemate No2). She heard my comments regarding the state of the loo and she went in and cleaned it. I figure this is fair as she has lived with Sam for many years, compared to the few months i’ve lived there, so obviously she is more comfortable with getting close to his bodily excretions!! THANK YOU MEG!
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….
