PP: After about three weeks of trash buildup, Roomie finally gets a fucking clue and decides to take the trash out. Only, he expects me to help him because he went with me to take the trash out ONE time. Never mind all of the times I took the trash out before that. Never mind the fact that I'm the one who put all of the shit in bags to begin with. Now he refuses to take it out at all because I'm not going to help him do what he should have done three weeks ago. "That's a bitch move."
But that's fine. I'm going to sit on my bitch throne and let the trash stay right the fuck where it is.