Given that Im in a foul mood and its Monday, I thought I would take some time out of my busy schedule (!) to have a rant about a couple of things. You are reading the first installment, the topic of choice is my housemate/the house I live in.

I have had several moans about this before, but I want to vent today. Bascially, I househare with one other guy. Its his house, hes a chef so he works quite random, long hours. I dont think this is any question for his general untidyness and the ability to be a massive pain in the arse at all times.

I shall write my grievances in bullet form, as to make it easier to read.

1) Like I mentioned previously, he is untidy. Not just a little bit, but a great deal. When I come home from work, it is too painful to think about what mess I am about to be confronted with. And, it hacks me off immensly when I spend ages cleaning the Kitchen to make it even mildy useably, for me to re-enter and discover the delightful mess he has made. Seriously, a bomb wouldve made less mess that what he does. Along with the crap left lying about the living/dining room, and the unbelieveable amount of water he manages to leave on the bathroom floor. Some people take pride in their house, but not my housemate. I appreciate he works long hours, but Im afraid that is no excuse.

2) Nothing works. The cooker chucks out a huge cloud of smoke whenever you decide to use it, making you believe that it is indeed possible to cough your lungs up. According to his GF, the cooker has never been cleaned since he has lived there (Im guessing about 2 1/2 years). I am worried about the effect the cooker is having on my health whilst cooking my food in there. I could clean it myself (which I will probably end up doing), but I really dont know why he cant engage his brain to realise that the cooker will not clean itself.

3) Like most people his age, he likes a few beers with his mates. Usually, this is insociable days of the week like a Sunday or a Monday, so any other reasonably normal person has to get up for work the next morning. A concept he is completely oblivious to when stomping around the house wasted at 3 or 4 in the morning. He did it the other morning, and I swear, if I couldve been arsed to get out of my nice warm pit, I wouldve happily ripped his head off. He has no respect for me at all, and although I dont have to get up early, I would like to get a decent nights sleep, without being woken up by some drunken goon tripping over drink-enhanced nothingness.

So in general, he pisses me off. I would tell him all of my gripes, but I can almost say it as a fact when I say he wont do anything about it. Its depressing me quite a lot, and I honestly cant wait until I get to move out. I wouldnt say Im a model housemate, but I do respect him and his house enough to keep things clean and tidy, dont make much noise, and have always paid my rent on time.

I suppose thats what you get for moving in with someone you dont know, but on the other hand, I wouldnt want this situation to be with one of my friends. It would end up ruining the friendship I think. I cant wait to move in with the boy, and I dont think that we would get into this situation as it is all about compromise (and I want the relationship to work). Saying that, we never argue and I think we would come to a solution for anything.

So, there we go, Rant #1 is over. #2 will probably follow shortly, depending on how quickly people in the Company piss me off.