Fuck these dishes... You wash them.

Hey, how coincidental. I just finished cleaning up 3 days worth of dishes for our house.

I really hate doing it. What really makes it troublesome is that every time, and I mean EVERY TIME, that I am doing dishes, one of my housemates has to be doing something in our microscopic kitchen. Because this housemate is on that wacky vegan diet, dinner is always earlier for him than the rest of the house. And rather than do the dishes while we're eating, he has to wait until I've started cooking or cleaning the kitchen to do this.

Always, always in my way.

And this is why I hate doing dishes.


Also, considering that I am pretty much the only one who cooks here as well, the added task of cleaning up my own messes is maddening.

How ya doing, buddy?