At least there was that one day where they pretended to care about cleanliness.

I went downstairs this morning to make some toast and noticed the aftermath of their brownie making adventure on Saturday. Apparently, they celebrated Subject B’s birthday a few days early (his actual birthday is tomorrow) and prepared some sort of pork dish and some brownies. If you cannot predict where this is going, I obviously have not painted an accurate picture yet. Yes. There is now - strangely - a huge pile of my dishes with two day old foodstufs crusted on to them that are sitting next to the sink, unwashed, despite the fact that everyone elses stuff appeared to get cleaned.

Interesting. So, I’m not here. My stuff gets used. And I guess I’ll just tidy up after them despite having no benefit from their elaborate (and messy) meal preparation. God…just kill me now…Also, all of my spoons were used by them, and all I have left to eat in this house is oatmeal. So, I’ve been backed into a corner, and I’ll probably have to wash that stuff (since I doubt they ever will).

EDIT: Right after finishing this post, I walked out and noticed that Subject B has one of my spoons sitting in one of his disgusting bowls in his room…Why is it that the only one who actually came prepared to live for four months in a house is the one getting abused here?