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Begin rant:
Seriously. Jenn and Julia are the biggest slobs in the world. Meghan and me are the only ones who clean the damn place and it's getting fucking annoying. I haven't been home all weekend, save for brief five minute trips to check my messages and phone my mom. So I come home this afternoon and the sink is piled with dishes. MY, not theirs, but MY wine glasses are sitting under all of these dishes (hello people, fucking breakable, get a clue), and red wine is caked onto the bottom. I don't mean to be bitchy, but have some fucking respect for other people's stuff. So, in front of Julia who continues to talk to Shannon, I open the dishwasher to start to put stuff in it. The dishwasher is full of dirty dishes. Julia looks to me and goes, oh yeah, we're out of soap. They went out to shopper's last night. Which, even though I know shopper's has soap, is right by a grocery store. But apparently it's too much to ask for them to pick up a thing of dishsoap and do THEIR dishes. So instead it's me who takes a trip this afternoon to the store to buy with my money (even though I bought half of the dishes, etc in the house that they use and I always end up buying paper towels) dish soap. Then, of course, it is me who does THEIR dishes. And they won't thank me, because they never do. I'm sick of being their fucking housekeeper, sick of them saying Meghan and me are being bitches when we tell them or leave a note above the sink to put dishes in the dishwasher and run it occassionaly. The ONLY time I've seen Julia clean was friday afternoon when her boyfriend was coming over for dinner. And all she could say was, I need to clean up this shit place. I'm like, it's only a shit place because you never do anything. Fuck. So annoyed.
End rant.
On another note. Today;s lesson: when spending the weekend at your boyfriend's, it helps to remember to bring your toothbrush back home when you leave. Yep.
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