I am sorry, world (ie Nessie, only poor human who bothers to read this), but Yours Truly is just about ready to give birth to an ox.
WHY IS FUCKING HYGIENE SO FUCKING DIFFICULT SO FUCKING DIFFICULT FOR CERTAIN MEMBERS OF MY IMMEDIATE SOCIETY???
Was I born with a gene you lack? Or perhaps vice versa?
Is this really OCD?
Or is expecting someone to pick up the fucking OATS off the floor actually just a normal human desire?!
I am so tired of having to wash cutlery and crockery TWICE because people don’t bother to wash it properly! Can you not see the sticky streaks of sauce on the sides of the pot? Are you blind to the chunks of food left on knives?
Either this a Macbeth (Out damned spot, out!) moment, or y’all are just fuckin DIRTAY!!!!
Somebody please build me a robot. I am tired of people. From dirty housemates to achy-damn-fucking-breaky men, I really do not want anymore.
HERMIT LAND HERE I COME.
*stomps off to her clean bedroom like a sulky sulker*