It's not much of a secret- I am a packrat. What is the secret is that I like order to my chaos! Crazy, huh? I will not abide downright dirt, and hate filth. My roommate is not of the same mind, however. His room is an open Petri dish, and it makes my skin crawl. There are dishes and glasses and empty soda bottles all over his room and you have to wade through garbage to get into the room! It was specifically written into his contract with me that his room and bathroom be maintained. How does one nag an apparent adult to clean his freakin' room?? I have tried the casual references to the mess (I can't find any of his daughter's clothes in it) I have told him straight out, I have done it myself! Do I show him the clause in his contract? The same nagging issue goes for the backyard poop brigade...I do all the lawn maintenance- mowing, trimming, gardening- how fucking hard is it to pick up the dog shit once a week? I let it go when the snow was hip deep- but it's thawed now and he can bloody well clean the shit UP!
Yeah, yeah- my garage needs a back hoe to get into- and yeah, one of these days I'll get to it. BUT THAT'S THE GARAGE! ONE IS NOT LIVING IN THE GARAGE!! Sheesh...
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