Round Three

So I was a intoxicated when I was typing up that last blog...thus all the mistakes. But I am sure whoever the shit is reading this is smart enough to figure it out. ...oh joy, fucktard just arrived and is as loud as ever. Nothing like slamming doors to make your roommate(s) hate you even more then they already do.
About an hour ago I emptied the sink of the two plates from earlier and placed them to their rightful home in the dishwasher...if there is but one ANYTHING in that sink when I get up in the morning...I am going to have to have another interaction with that loser.
I am really over the idea of a roommate. There are now 4 thash bags sitting in the kitchen/dinning room that have been there for a few days. Mark was out of town for a couple of them, however he did leave 2 of them before he left. Think they will be gone tomorrow?...only if I take em out. I am tired of being the only one to do anything to improve this apartment.