First, a dog. Then buckets of water left around for mosquitoes to breed. Dishes, undone. Noise at night. Unthrown rubbish. DOG POO in the toilet, MY toilet. AND SMOKING IN THE HOUSE. They’ve never smoked inside before.
I want to move out already who wants to buy my cloth wardrobe (it’s baby pink!) and my table. The nightmares of roommates are coming back and my blood pressure is rising and I can’t sleep and I don’t want to use the dog poo toilet and I have work to do and my mum is certainly gonna call me if she reads this arghhhhh!!!
But I’ve lived here a year and a half, and I’ve been 95% happy. So…more than I could’ve hoped for.
Now I have to get past that mental hurdle and go into the dog poo toilet.