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omg omg omg I hate these people
Apr. 11th, 2011 01:55 pmFrom a conversation with Alex:
So last night I return from Katy's to the place I moved into a few weeks ago (and have already severely cleaned the bathroom, living room and kitchen of). She's making dinner in the kitchen, I'm writing at the table and keeping her company. I notice the bin is missing, and I think well, there's probably a reason. Today I go into the filthy back garden to hang laundry where there is some sun and find: the bin, which I had spilled a bit of grease on on Friday. Just--sitting there, with its dappling of grease. Not soaking or anything, just--there.
Surely, I think, they would not just have... put it outside rather than cleaning it, or even, though it'd be stupid, throwing it away. I look around the back garden and see TONS of just /abandoned shit/. Before I'd thought it was just Unkempt. Oh no. It is a /graveyard of crap/, because like /five year olds/ they cannot fucking CLEAN A BIN, or even /chuck it and buy a new one/. They would rather leave an open garbage bag in the kitchen and exile the bin to the island of unwanted toys. I know the grease was my fault and I was running late and didn't stop to clean it right then, but jesus.
So, enraaaaged, I clean the bin, repatriate it to the kitchen with a shiny new bag, hang the laundry, and DESTROY THE BACK GARDEN. Like, sort the living fuck out of it. Sounds like it was pitchfork time? Ah, but my only gardening tools were: thin dish-washing gloves and my trusty friend: abandoned wood circle! I found it in the 'garden.'Now we are like, best mates. Together we discovered: a drain in the middle of the patio under a thick cover of leaves and junk! WE ARE EXPLORAS LIKE DORA, YO. Also--a lovely granite(?) tile barbecue area allowed to crumble almost to nothing due to neglect! Woo.
And then--theeeen I made the mistake of emptying the compost bin.
Things worms can do, friends: THINGS WORMS CAN DO:
* eat organic matter
* poop soil
THINGS WORMS CANNOT DO:
* CONSUME ALL MATTER IN A FIERY RAGE OF DESTRUCTION, INCLUDING:
* POT PLANT CASES
* TERRACOTTA
* STONES!!
* PLASTIC WRAPPERS
* CELL PHONE PACKAGING
* BUSINESS CARDS
* APPROX. 80JILLION EGG SHELLS
I have been out there something like two hours and it is better, but I still probably, on a different day, have another two to go, cleaning the perfectly good bbq which they have abandoned to spiders and weeping for humanity. Sorry to just SAGA at you, but like--how do these people exist? Perhaps so many have passed few it's slipped into a state of neglect due to inconsistent attention? (...but I would have googled 'composting egg shells', tbh)
Just--decent gardens are hard to get in London. This could be /such/ a fucking FIND of a house, and they really do not give a shit.
So last night I return from Katy's to the place I moved into a few weeks ago (and have already severely cleaned the bathroom, living room and kitchen of). She's making dinner in the kitchen, I'm writing at the table and keeping her company. I notice the bin is missing, and I think well, there's probably a reason. Today I go into the filthy back garden to hang laundry where there is some sun and find: the bin, which I had spilled a bit of grease on on Friday. Just--sitting there, with its dappling of grease. Not soaking or anything, just--there.
Surely, I think, they would not just have... put it outside rather than cleaning it, or even, though it'd be stupid, throwing it away. I look around the back garden and see TONS of just /abandoned shit/. Before I'd thought it was just Unkempt. Oh no. It is a /graveyard of crap/, because like /five year olds/ they cannot fucking CLEAN A BIN, or even /chuck it and buy a new one/. They would rather leave an open garbage bag in the kitchen and exile the bin to the island of unwanted toys. I know the grease was my fault and I was running late and didn't stop to clean it right then, but jesus.
So, enraaaaged, I clean the bin, repatriate it to the kitchen with a shiny new bag, hang the laundry, and DESTROY THE BACK GARDEN. Like, sort the living fuck out of it. Sounds like it was pitchfork time? Ah, but my only gardening tools were: thin dish-washing gloves and my trusty friend: abandoned wood circle! I found it in the 'garden.'Now we are like, best mates. Together we discovered: a drain in the middle of the patio under a thick cover of leaves and junk! WE ARE EXPLORAS LIKE DORA, YO. Also--a lovely granite(?) tile barbecue area allowed to crumble almost to nothing due to neglect! Woo.
And then--theeeen I made the mistake of emptying the compost bin.
Things worms can do, friends: THINGS WORMS CAN DO:
* eat organic matter
* poop soil
THINGS WORMS CANNOT DO:
* CONSUME ALL MATTER IN A FIERY RAGE OF DESTRUCTION, INCLUDING:
* POT PLANT CASES
* TERRACOTTA
* STONES!!
* PLASTIC WRAPPERS
* CELL PHONE PACKAGING
* BUSINESS CARDS
* APPROX. 80JILLION EGG SHELLS
I have been out there something like two hours and it is better, but I still probably, on a different day, have another two to go, cleaning the perfectly good bbq which they have abandoned to spiders and weeping for humanity. Sorry to just SAGA at you, but like--how do these people exist? Perhaps so many have passed few it's slipped into a state of neglect due to inconsistent attention? (...but I would have googled 'composting egg shells', tbh)
Just--decent gardens are hard to get in London. This could be /such/ a fucking FIND of a house, and they really do not give a shit.
