Baaaaack.

I've thought about it and I have no idea why I stopped ranting. "Being nice on my blog" pshhhh that's over.  The bathroom sticks, the kitchen stinks, the suite is one big trash can and I am so sick of it. Where were you raised a barn???? A certain suitemate who think she doesn't make any trash therefor feels that she doesn't have to clean actually makes the most trash. How long have your nasty empty cherry pepsis been sitting on the table and your leaking Cane's cup?  If you unwrap something you throw the wrapper on the floor right? WRONG you put it in the TRASH CAN THAT'S WHAT IT'S FOR!!!! I'm sitting downstairs just studying some organic and all I can see is your trash. You get 10 packages from your mom, that's cool, but what do you do with the stuffing? Stick it next to the trash can expecting someone else to clean it for you. It's obvious that where ever you come from mommy and daddy do everything for you because you can't even take out your own trash, wash your own dishes or chip in to clean a little. No, you're just some spoiled brat who thinks domestic chores are beneath you. One day reality is going to slap you hard. I know I will not be there to see it, but I hope you fall and break your face open and then have to clean it up yourself.