The nice thing: She sometimes practices flute and occasionally sings. In my kinder moods, I will admit that she has a very nice voice. In my more Everything Is Horrible moods, I feel like I live with a goddamn Disney princess only minus the cleaning.

I don’t need to have the “my flat mate doesn’t clean anything ever except, sometimes, her dishes (after 3 days)” conversation because it’s been done (which doesn’t diminish the fact that it is so horribly, sadly true) but I’d like to have the oh my god, stop breaking everything in the flat and then refusing to acknowledge it is broken conversation.

I can totally fix this shit. (“This shit” consisting, to date, of: leaking shower head, innumerable clogged drains, busted refrigerator handle, and now a broken kitchen drawer) Not to perpetuate stereotypes but in all honesty, I am queer, I am a mechanic’s daughter, and I was a theatre kid in a past life. If you think I don’t know my way around a set of tools you are sadly mistaken.

But please, fix the shit you break? Or at least show some recognition of the fact that it is broken? If I don’t get my deposit back because of this bullshit there will be vengeance.