A one person dialogue of all the events of my life seems so... ...
I don't even know.
How about a little feeling.
Right now I'm getting extremely angry at my living conditions.
I don't want to sound like a sexist bastard, but I'm not Lucy from 7th Heaven.
I don't want to be the one getting a plunger for the broken toilet, or fixing drains, or setting mouse traps.
I live with 5 guys, I do more than my fair share of cleaning and now I do household repair work.
Its tiresome, its especially tiresome when there isn't any thanks involved.
I guess we've had mice for a long time, the first I've heard of it was last night.
If all my rooommate knew we had mice forever, why didn't they do anything about it?
I stopped cooking because I didn't want to be responsible for the kitchen anymore.
Last night I caved and went in there to cook, the first thing I notice is mouse shit all over my stove and counter-top.
Lots of it, they cook and use the toaster everyday, it never occured to them to clean up disgusting diseased mouse shit?
I can't wrap my brain around this.
I'd elaborate on my feelings towards boys and my being lonely but I have more to say at 5 in the morning when I wish I wasn't on the internet rambling by myself.