Kitchen whinging again

I'm really getting a bit tired of the flat at the moment, the constant cat wars, the overenthusiastic kitten with no sense of personal space, no boundaries and no apparent ability to take a hint. One of its favourite hobbies is jumping on the bench, and it sure has rich pickings at the moment. Though there are two people at the flat at the moment one of them contrives to spontaneously abort meals all over the benches and walls like a mad woman's shit. I have cleaned it up once, but then I thought, no I'll sit this one out on the second occasion, on assurances that it would be tidied. Ground zero occurred on Friday night, it is Sunday and I am still waiting. Of course, I can't actually use the kitchen in the mean time, everythng I want to use is filthy. And I don't want to clear up and be a doormat again. It's enough to make you...well me...want to go on a shooting spree. I have not got the luxury of trotting up to my palatial room to escape the shithole, no I have to sit in the lounge, try to look and block if I make a cup of tea, and subsist on microwaved offerings and stale baked goods. I don't really give a flying continental if people are tired after their week of work, because I sure as hell don't want to be cleaning in my few hours off either, but I do it more fool me.
Anyway, matters have come to a head because now I absolutely have to cook something as a favour, and I am running out of shitty convenience foods.
Hmm. It seems I am being stalked on trade me & keep selling to one person. Oh well, money is nice but I want heaps of positive feedbacks and stars too...

Life in the fridge exists

Back to moaning about my house. Well, you didn't think the hiatus from complaining would last did you? This time I am harking back to an old favourite and long standing problem in most flats I have been in. The flat fridge. To put it bluntly, it looks like somewhere old H.P.'s elder gods would not have been ashamed to dwell in. The entire 3rd and bottom shelves are oozing substances, and the only reason the top two are not is because I cleaned them out over Christmas.
So I am wondering. Whose is this crap? This mouldering cabbage, the wizened sushi, the liquifed berry fruits? The mysterious yellow and probably narcotic ooze? Where did it come from, and what will come of it?
Here's a hint. I am whinging which usually means I am resolving myself to clean up other people's crap at great risk to personal health, AGAIN. Lazy fucks.
My mood is not improved by my arsehole neighbours listening to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. There are some bands that should just give up; why is it all the really annoying one's don't manage to kill themselves with a good OD? And why do people like that music? My neighbours seem to have made a RHCP MEGAMEDLEY featuring hits from albums such as Blood Sugar Sex Magic and Californication. Anthony Kiedis warbling away earnestly in his 3 vocal modes; bad rap, sensitive balladeer and emotional rock powerhouse. So funky. Almost as funky as the seamy underbelly of California forcibly revealed by the power of the lyrics. I feel like my eyeballs are being peeled.
I suppose I had better do something about the cess pit of the refridgerator then. Expect a full run down later on - a problem shared is a problem solved after all.

Just peachy

It's Saturday, and whats on the agenda? Cleaning up the shithole that is the flat. The kitchen is just sumptuous, and don't dwell on the toilet where there has been a terrible case of bad entry angle. Just what I really love on my day off from work, after a really boring & crappy week. Screw human rights, bring back slavery.

Once, twice three times a...

Once again I am in a foul mood, as I have been inconvenienced for the third time the past week or so. I do not like being asked to turn up places when the person who requests my attendance does not have the courtesty to show up on time, or at all. Do they think I enjoy rushing places after work? Or that I don't have other things that I could be doing? What really pisses me off is that I cancelled other activities on all the occasions only to be stood up. It really shows a lack of respect - especially when the culprits can bestir themselves to meet other, 'important' people on time. Sor-reee doesn't cut it.

How very degrading it is too.