Google Maps UK just updated a swathe of their satellite photography, and guess what’s shown sitting outside where I currently reside? My awesome motor car!

In other news, the year has reached its end; stay tuned for commentary on this latest emotional upheaval, &c.

I am sick of this house.

I am sick of waking up to filth; to dirty floors, the same piles of crap day after day because nobody can be fucked to lift a finger to clean them up.

I am sick of my property being abused under the assumption that since we live together it is theirs to do with as they please.

I am sick of being treated like a piece of shit every time I try to get someone else to do something that might be of collective benefit to the household.

I am sick of being made to clean up after everyone else if I want to live in what might be described as clean and tidy surroundings, and then receiving no thanks for doing so.

I am sick of being forced to chase people for their share of bills, since the concept of prompt repayment is apparently some sort of fantasy.

I am sick of looking after every single administrative facet of the house without a word of thanks because nobody else is prepared to take any responsibility whatsoever.

I am sick of having the piss taken behind my back every time I ask something of my housemates that might require looking beyond the ends of their noses at issues outside of their immediate personal atmosphere.

I am sick of being shown no respect by anyone in this house, who claim that they are adults capable of handling their own lives without being told what to do, yet are utterly unable to maintain any kind of decent living standard without my continual janitor act.

I am sick of living with people who have never had to take any responsibility for the care of their surroundings, and so feel no need to start doing so now.

I am sick of living with people who through their own negligence, inconsideration and laziness create large amounts of filth and then have the gall to suggest our collectively paying someone to come in and clean it up.

I am sick of living with people who cannot or will not realise everything I have done this year to help them and the household, or look upon it as some sort of duty of care that merits no thanks or support or recognition.

I am sick of being looked at like an idiot when I try to convey an idea of consideration for others to my housemates, such as when they insist on screaming at the tops of their lungs while playing video games at 11pm on a Sunday in the living room of our terraced house.

I am sick of being told that I have a need to control people when I try to get people to do something to help.

I am sick of worrying about having to fight for my property at the end of term as my housemates conveniently forget what was bought and what was brought by me at the beginning of the year.

I am sick of the inevitability that I will have to work my ass off to clean the house single-handedly at the end of term in order to secure the return of my security deposit, as my housemates who spent most of the year moaning about how they would surely be swindled out of theirs by the landlord conveniently find other things to busy themselves with (or just leave).

I am sick of being brought to the end of my tether by people who simply do not give a shit about anyone or anything besides themselves.