New Blog Series TRIGGERED: Trip Wire #1 Roommates cleaning

So this blog series will be rather spontaneous, but will occur whenever something triggers me.

Blog intro

I am normally a very calm, understanding individual, but sometimes the ineptitude of people is unbearable, and instead of subjecting those around me to a verbal assault on whatever institution brought upon my first world discomfort......I have you steemians......Sorry(:

Oh...Roommates

Who in the good lords name raised some of these people. I wonder if some of my college friends were raised in their towns landfill. I mean, what someone does in their own room they are entilted to do. If they want a heaping pile of workout clothes that sting your nostrils with a odor of ammonia and BO, they are welcomed too. If they want sheets that haven't been washed the whole year and are stained with who knows what bodily fluid, they are welcome, but when that mess extends into the living area, we have a problem.

It is annoying enough that dishes are strewn over the house, left to crust with whatever processed freezer meal you refused to finish, at least that doesn't smell. But then the pile starts to form in the sink, where your leftovers stew in a bayou of bacteria and radiate a stench that allows me to relate to WWI mustard gas. Microbiologists could discover new molds and bacteria as the pile goes on week two and each time you walk past this cesspool, you don't hesitate to throw another dish in. I can only hold out so long before I strap on a gas mask and heavy duty gloves to drain the swamp you created.

That isn't the only source of kitchen stench. I dread opening the fridge because I'm met with foulness from some mystery food that's gone bad. The garbage that I have taken out the last six times, is overflowed, and what in fuck are you saving the bananas for!? Those sickly black things are looking more diseased then a 1600's slave ship. I know you have seen them, they are a mushy fly breading ground!

And then the most disgusting part about having these roommates

The F**king bathroom.

If it wasn't for my cleaning these guys would have the most obscene case of athletes foot that has ever been documented. The collection of colors in our shower should be documented by Crayola for some new color ideas. Instead of Granny-Smith apple, it should be Pine street green. The sink is clogged from who knows what, but you shaving your pubes or face in it doesn't help. When I wake up in the morning and see piles of hair floating in the clogged sink, I want to throw up before I even eat breakfast. You also must have the most unorthodox penis this side of the Mississippi because I don't know how piss is everywhere when I clean it.

It doesn't matter what I say or how much I say it, ya'll ain't changing your ways. Still love em as friends.

Thanks for absorbing my rant steemians, until the next trip wire