Dear Internet Diary,

When the shit are we going to get flatmates that are aware of how to use the sponge and dish washing liquid?  Ok, so maybe the latest ones aren’t so bad, I mean, they have jobs and aren’t coming home in drug induced rages then knocking their teeth out after slipping in a puddle of their own spew like the last ones.

But the freaking dishes, holy crap.  HOW HARD IS IT.  I have never felt karma come back to kick me in the arse so badly as it is now.  I used to be one of those unclean people.  I APOLOGISE TO YOU, FLATMATES OF CHRISTMAS PAST.

Also, I’m getting pretty sick of being the only one purchasing shampoo.  Just because it is there, doesn’t mean you can use it.  Just because you’re a boy, doesn’t mean you are somehow exempt from that rule.

Love, Tiger.