sent housemate and landlord/her bf a terse message asking them to come over and get rid of the flies in the kitchen asap as there are loads in the bin and i’ve already got rid of a load of flies that are there because of their laziness/untidiness (as are the ones in the bin)
they’ve said they’ll do it tomorrow. really fucked off though as there is fly spray all over the kitchen and flies under where the microwave is and i just don’t want to cook in there, so i am having… weird-flavoured, sickly fondant fancies for dinner. never thought i’d be upset about a fondant fancy dinner, but here we are!
feel really sad and angry and frustrated and exhausted. hoping Jani can cheer me up by winning Love Island and be amazing and beautiful souls in their exit interviews