Dear Housemates...

Dedicated to the art of communal living.

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Music heard through the ceiling

Holly: the Italians are listening to what i can only assume is the italian equivalent of celine dion....and singing along at the top of their lungs

Arran: :(

Holly: it's.....enlightening? i can sort of picture what the italian version of "my heart will go on" would be.

Arran: are there unces?

Holly: no....it's very....orchestral.

Holly: sort of sounds like the opening to a family sitcom in the 90s on american television....

Holly: like, pop-y and touching, but a bit snazzy, and definitely emotional.

Arran: :/

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(via Bitstrips Photos - Holly Rachelle Price)

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Me....being fake polite to my housemates.

[eirapparent]

The other day the housemates informed my mom that they are upping our rent by $100 and that if we intend to move instead we need to give them 30 days notice. We were barely making it by as it was and then because they were “too hard up for money” we’re going to be in a really difficult position.

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I HATE when people throw away my food. 

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Dear Housemates:

I really love listening to you Skype in the kitchen. Particularly when I'm trying to finish my baking. Please....invade the communal areas with your incredibly loud skype phone calls. It's so polite and wonderful.

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Dear Housemates:

Your singing. It sounds BAD.

Sincerely,

Suffering.

[prncssbean]

Dear Housemates

Just because it’s cold outside does not mean we need to put the heater on 90 degrees. 70 degrees will be just fine.

We have a bathmat for a reason. Put it down so that the rest of us don’t slip.

I made you all dinner on Tuesday night. It’s Thursday. Empty the dishrack.

Put the toilet seat down and wipe up your pubes from all over the fucking bathroom.

Sorry. I live with 3 boys. Sometimes I need to rant.

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[eirapparent]

Thank you, housemates, for waking up at 5 am and promptly putting on a loud movie with yelling and hallelujah choruses. I can now try that sleep fast I’ve been hearing about in all the infomercials. Or were those hallucinations? I just can’t tell the difference anymore.

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[eirapparent]

Dear Housemate,

The sixth time that you ask if me if the cords are plugged in, they will still be plugged in. The sixth time that you ask me if I’m sure, I will be sure. The twentieth time you ask me to jiggle the cords to make sure, I will daydream about cutting off your face.

Sincerely,

Me

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[eirapparent]

Housemate has radio up WAY loud and Beyonce came on and I heard her shout, above the music, “how about NOT” and turn it off

She shut down Beyonce

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Dear Housemates:

It is Sunday night. I do not care how sick your beats are. Turn the fucking music down.

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Wake up. Enter kitchen. Sigh. Go back to bed.

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Dear Housemates:

Is that pesky garbage can overflowing again? HERE.....Let me get that for you....

[nineteenletterslong]

Source

here’s a direct link to the image for your zooming pleasure

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Dear Housemates:

Which one of you fucking cunts used my plate to chop pizza on? There are knife marks carved into the surface. My girlfriend wouldn't let me write you an aggressive note....but I am apparently allowed to vent on her blog.

You all are awful.

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Dear Housemates:

Could whoever used the oven last kindly scrape all the gross you spilled inside off of the bottom element? Every time I open the oven door to check on my baking, the smoke detector goes off. Much appreciated.