- Joined
- Jul 22, 2015
Went and saw a friend of a friend who's looking for a housemate today. This place is closer to the family and psych care, and I won't need to take two or three different toll roads one after the other to get anywhere. And while the house that's on offer isn't a palace by any means, it's twice the size of the place I'm in right now, and has open floor space, open cupboard space, places in the kitchen where food can be stored, and easily accessible light switches and power points.
Right now, I'm sharing house with a stage one going on stage two hoarder. I'm fucking sick of it. She's even hoarding empty shampoo bottles and conditioner bottles, stacks them up in the shower and gets upset when I knock them over. There's multiple bottles of cooking oil, two years out of date and rancid, that she refuses to throw out so that we can have a place in the kitchen to store food. I'm also usually the one who ends up feeding and walking her dog. And don't get me started on the bloody cat.
So yeah, bigger place sans hoard and hoarder, closer to family and drug dealer, no toll roads, and above all, THE OWNERS WILL LET ME KEEP MY RATS. I've my girls fostered out for two fucking months. I've been trying to rehome them, but two of them need meds and no one is prepared to take sick ratties, even if said ratties come with an FK cage.
Obviously it's still at the castle in the air stage. I'm not going to start packing until I put my signature underneath the real estate agent's, but I want to get out of the hoarder's house. I NEED to get out of the hoarder's house. And I desperately want and need my pet rats to be with me.
Here's hoping.
EDITED TO ADD: the hoarder flatmate is also hoarding old toothbrushes.
Right now, I'm sharing house with a stage one going on stage two hoarder. I'm fucking sick of it. She's even hoarding empty shampoo bottles and conditioner bottles, stacks them up in the shower and gets upset when I knock them over. There's multiple bottles of cooking oil, two years out of date and rancid, that she refuses to throw out so that we can have a place in the kitchen to store food. I'm also usually the one who ends up feeding and walking her dog. And don't get me started on the bloody cat.
So yeah, bigger place sans hoard and hoarder, closer to family and drug dealer, no toll roads, and above all, THE OWNERS WILL LET ME KEEP MY RATS. I've my girls fostered out for two fucking months. I've been trying to rehome them, but two of them need meds and no one is prepared to take sick ratties, even if said ratties come with an FK cage.
Obviously it's still at the castle in the air stage. I'm not going to start packing until I put my signature underneath the real estate agent's, but I want to get out of the hoarder's house. I NEED to get out of the hoarder's house. And I desperately want and need my pet rats to be with me.
Here's hoping.
EDITED TO ADD: the hoarder flatmate is also hoarding old toothbrushes.
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