Allow me to vent...

So I live in a small-ish apartment with three other gals, right? We're all friends and such. The one I have always considered a close friend, my first college friend.

She's an amazing girl. Hilarious, talented, gorgeous, caring, fun and carefree. Great girl. All three of my roomies are awesome and very different people. This means we all have different styles of what we like, how we prefer living, etcetera.

I am by no means a neat freak. My room will tell you that. I like to keep things organized but it doesn't have to be pristine. I'm okay with a small mess as long as it doesn't affect the way I live. However, when it comes to the kitchen and living room area, I prefer a well-kept area. Something I can take pride in and say "Yeah, I live here, you like?" Unfortunately about 1 hour ago if a blind man walked into my kitchen he'd be able to tell it was a disgusting, putrid, mess from the smell of spoiled food.

I mean, okay, you don't have to wash your dishes right away, put them in the dish washer or even fill them with soapy water to avoid having to scrub them out later, but please, would it kill you to EMPTY THE FREAKING FOOD OUT OF IT BEFORE YOU JUST DUMP IT INTO THE SINK?! Some of my dishes will never be the same, stained with old tomato sauce and other various food items.

The worst part about this whole mess? There were gnats above the sink where the smell of rotting fish and tomato sauce lay. Even worse, there was an open bag of crackers on the counter and a multitude of ants to go with it. I've never felt so disgusted to live in this kind of filth. I'm no angel and I can only do my best to clean up after myself and take care of other things, but please...ARE WE PIGS?

It's not even like I live with a bunch of dudes, I live with ladies, of the female gender. My boyfriend has come over a few times to the mess and said it's inexcusable.


I know what you're saying. "If you hate the mess so much why don't you just clean it whenever it gets bad?"

Gee, I'd love to. I just did actually. By tomorrow morning some various dishes used for late night snacks will be stacked in the sink, dirty and filthy. I guarantee it. Every time I clean the kitchen, it's back to exactly how it was before within a day or two.



I can't wait until I go home to my family who keeps the kitchen at least tolerable. This is just ridiculous.