One of my old roomates used to  leave food all over the kitchen. Now, I wasn't the cleanest person, either, but  I would clean up my mess before bed. Well, she didn't think she ever needed to  clean up her stuff, and I walked in late one night, after working until close at  a restaurant, and found our kitchen and most of our living room filled with  ROACHES. And she was sleeping peacefully in her bed - completely unconcerned. I  made enough racket cleaning it up that she came out to ask me to be quiet  because she was trying to sleep. Nice. Oh, and her boyfriend smoked clove  cigarettes - by the pack - right in the middle of our apartment. It took forever  to get that smell out of there..
Another roommate had a cat. The cat was  very sweet, but my roommate *never* cleaned out the litter box. So, the cat  would relieve itself in other areas of the apartment. I consider this serious  pet neglect and felt really sorry for the poor cat. After cleaning up several  messes myself, I asked her to clean it up one day, and she huffed and walked  away. I think the litter box was cleaned a month later or so....
Monday, October 16, 2006
I'm having flashbacks reading this...
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