Mike and I had "words" yesterday. I came home early from work and found an empty house and a thermostat set at 76 degrees. It's wonderful to pay for other people's stupidity. I called his answering machine and left a stern but polite message asking him to PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE adjust the thermostat if he's planning on leaving the house and to make sure to let his girlfriend know to do that as well because I had told mine to do the same. His response was to leave a rambling, confused messages on my cell phone. First he said that he didn't do it and the next sentence was that he "might" have left the AC on. And then he started bringing up the fact that my girlfriend does laundry at the house. Sorry, dumbass, she's doing my laundry. (Buzzer sound!) Next topic: he complained that I don't clean the dishes and I leave them there. (Buzzer sound!) Sorry, wrong again. F*ck head hasn't cleaned any part of the kitchen in the two years he's been there. Never mopped, never swept, never cleaned the countertops. Every day, I find myself cleaning up coffee stains and grounds off the counter. And trash. And the fact that he has no job and is constantly at the house... well, I'd have to say that he's probably using quite a bit more electricity than I am since I'm rarely ever home. What a f*ckin' piece of crap! Loser loser loser!!! At least I can take solace in the fact that he's GONE July 1st. No f'ing way he was going to be on the lease again. I made sure of that! There's more to the story but I'm too tired to write. More later... including other misadventures of the dumbshit.