That doesn't go in the rubbish

So it's that time of the week again, when the rubbish must be put out so the garbage man can collect it.. So as I'm emptying the bin to take outside, I inadvertently snagged the bin liner on the edge of the bin, tearing a small hole in the plastic. Sure enough, the bag of rubbish starts leaking all over the bin, the floor and myself. Jesus suffering FUCK, this is a punishment no one should have to endure.

So as I'm soaking up the mess with paper towels, I notice the colour of the liquid is distictly orange. Than it hit me - my flatmate had thrown her fast food drink container still half full (judging by the quantity of the 'crème de bin' that had leaked everywhere) into the bin the night before.

Today's reason my flatmate pisses me off is that she threw a half full soft-drink container into our trash, which subsequently spilled all over the bin, the floor and myself. Bitch.

Copy Cat

It has come to my attention there has been an attempt to copy this site. Now I don't mind if someone else starts their own site to hassle their flatmate; it's not like I'm the first one to do it. But when someone copies the exact title, and cuts and pastes the postings word for word from my site, simply modifying the 'she' to a 'he', I think that is pretty lame.

The site http://flatmate.rediffblogs.com/ has now been pulled, but Rohan Chatterjee, the author of the copy site still has his other blogs up and running at http://filthyneighbour.rediffblogs.com/
and http://rohandiary.rediffblogs.com.

Update: You can see this copied site on google's cache here.

Dripping taps

My flatmate has the tendency to not turn off the taps properly, meaning they dribble all day and night until I see it leaking and turn them off. Now I'll admit that the taps aren't particularly good in this place, but they only require an additional slight twist and they stop dripping.

Today's reason my flatmate pisses me off is that she continuously leaves taps dripping in the apartment.

Yucky phone

Last night I needed to make a phone call so I went out to the living room and grabbed the phone and went back to my room.. This phone has quickdial, so I chose the pre-programmed umber and casually raised the phone to my ear. As I brought the phone to my face I smelled raspberry jam, but it was too late, it was all over the side of my face. I don't know if the jam got there by her fingers or mouth, and to tell you the truth, I don't really want to know. But she knew about it when she got home.

Today's reason my flatmate pisses me off is that she left raspberry jam smeared on the phone which subsequently ended up on my face.

Recycling

Recycling can be a great way to help the environment by reusing resources. Fortunately, our local council recognises this and has a weekly recycling collection service, along with a recycling tub to hold the material to be recycled. Now, I don't know how many times I've asked my flatmate to crush her things but she fails to do so every time, so when I go to open the cupboard to where the tub is stored I get a river of plastic bottles and cardboard boxes bursting out like a dam breaking.

And not only that, but my flatmate has the tendency to attempt to recycle things that can not be recycled, like wood for instance. The whole term "recycle" implies that the material has already been processed, and you are going to reusing the same material again. For example paper is basically made from wood that has been crushed down to a pulp of fibres, and then pressed together. Paper is recycled to make more paper. Wood therefore can not be recycled into paper, because it is not yet paper. In the same way, it would be like me putting a bucket of sand in the recycle bin. Glass is made from sand, and glass is recycled to make more glass. I can't just throw some sand into a molten vat of glass and expect it to turn into glass.

Today's reason my flatmate pisses me off is that she doesn't crush her recycling material and tries to 'recycle' material which can not be recycled.

Frypan

There has been a development in the quality of cleaning in our apartment. It's gone from poor, to none! Yes, that's right, let's just bung the dirty utensils back into the cupboard! No one will notice!

I got up yesterday after a decent sleep in and thought 'a big breakfast would be a great start to the day'. So I start chopping up some bacon and tomatos, mushrooms and the like, but when I pulled out the frypan out of the cupboard, it was caked in fat from my flatmate's previous meal. What kind of fucktard does this?

Today's reason my flatmate pisses me off;

She has now started to replace cooking utensils completely uncleaned.