Horrible Housemates

I live in a house 8 at University. 6 of us are quite civil, clean human beings, and it's amazing how much stress just 2 housemates can cause. One of them insists on having his friends to stay... for days on end, where they trash everything and he doesn't seem to give a biscuit, and forget cleaning up after himself! The other is like a walking disaster zone, she needs a washer upper to follow her around, as well as someone to pick up the rest of her stuff. It's slightly beyond ridiculous now. Oh and i forgot to mention their 20 and 24. And they still don't understand... no smoking in the kitchen, wash up, don't put food down the sink, take the bin out when its full, the floor is not a bin!, etc etc. Im going crazy here.


Get me back to the Island...and this is the sink on a good day, a very good day...

Iv'e realised iv'e started this blog on quite a negative note, something more positive tomorrow lets hope (the possibility of a free dinner?) and i've got life drawing after studio tomorrow, a good way to unwind, and don't let me forget my charcoal!