How to deal with Fuckheads

See, sometimes you just cant please everyone. No matter how much you tip toe around someone, no matter how political and fair you are they will always have a problem. and thats just because they are genuiely fucked up. Its not your fault.

Me and Olli (my housemate) just had another domestic and it ended with me telling him (screaming at him, which is odd for me. See! He's turning me crazy) to get out by the end of the week. After storming off to continue cutting a peice of my leftover birthday cake with a very large knife (Remember the knife), I realised that he never actually responded to my demands and him moving out needed to be confirmed, pronto. I refuse to live with such a two faced, crazy manipulative, always arguementative about absolutely everything person, any longer.







So because Olli had decided to go quiet (now that he knew i was serious) and leave to room, I stormed after him in a rage when Pasquale physically grabbed me, suddenly stopping me in my tracks. If you have ever seen me in a rage (which if you have you'd be either my ex boyfriend or a member of my family), i am not very scary. I am more.... how would you say it...... difficult to argue with...... right.

So I was very confused as to why Pasquale was stopping me from confronting Olli and pulled and resisted but could not get free until, I realised I was still holding the knife. That rather large cake knife that when accompanied my cake is perfectly innocent but when accompanied by a angry little blonde girl, can be quite scary.

The next dilemma was that Pasquale does not speak much english (He is Italian) and as I tried to explain to him that I just happened to be holding a knife and i wasn't going to stab Olli, he still never let go and i realised the only part he can probably understand is the 'stab Olli' part, so i deceased all struggling.

I went for a different approach, taking a deep breath in i projected my voice as far as i could down the hall, screaming "I'm serious Olli, by the end of the week you have to be out" and walked back to the cake very calmly with Pasquale watching me the whole time like watching someone juggle eggs. I think it's quite funny that he probably now thinks I'm pscyco.

But seriously, Im not a nagger. I hate nagging. All i was pointing out is that we should probably do something about all there shaving hairs everywhere in the bathroom that make me feel like im tackling an army of pubes everytime i have a shower.
Or the actual army of ants that are currently migrating on a cross-room quest through the house.

As an Architecture student i am messy. Everyone knows we are messy. But when it comes to cleaning its different and im slightly better. But i would most definitely not call me pedantic. I would just like not to die from mould poisoning from bread left on the bench for weeks:

and problem im facing is, i am no-ones mumma. I will not clean up after people and expect them to take care of their own mess and not let it get all up in my grill. I take no crap and i guess me pointing out their mess all the time (as subtley and as sneakily as i try to make it), it makes people feel like they are being told they are shit or being told what to do.

And i guess some people just can really really not handle to truth, especially when the truth is being told your a fuckhead. I would defintely hate it.



and yeah they say you cant teach an old dog new tricks (Olli is 30, i know, he is really mature for his age. Not) but come on, stop being a fuckhead,







I feel better now. So much bottled up.