My housemates! Yeah I know that was last week's rant but those mofo's have upped the stakes again. They broke my frypan then put it back in amongst my other cookware without saying a word. My other housemate also used my saucepan. All cookware is now stored in my room.
When I cleaned up last night, I found a jar of crappy coffee. I put it in the kitchen because I'll never drink it. My Ma reckons it would be illegal to put rat poison in it. I don't see why. I think I'm perfectly entitled to store my rat poison wherever I want and if people are rude enough to steal my coffee, I can't be responsible for the consquences.
Another thing that pisses me off is being so poor that I missed out on seeing the Yeah Yeah Yeahs last night.
I had some in London who conspired to break, one by one, my priceless collection of tacky fridge magnets. Yes, I knew that my painted bust of Nelson was the most garish thing ever to adorn a whitegood. That was why I chose it. And I had a village worth of cathedrals, each representing a happy trip in search of a piece Medieaval or Victorian history. It meant something to me. But how they managed to knock them off and break them was a mystery...they must have slammed that door whenever I wasn't around! Or perhaps they hurled them to the ground. But none of the gutless buggers ever admitted to breaking my magnets.
And let's not even get into what they got up to in the bathroom...