"It's fine. I just use the smell method before wearing something out."
This would be fine, if it weren't for the fact that your olfactory senses have been numbed by years of inhaling noxious B.O. chemicals and can't tell that everything you own now reeks like burning placenta.
This is disgusting. I have absolutely no idea where your finger's been, and based on your other habits, I seriously question your hygiene ethics. The only possible saving grace is that it doesn't create any dishes for you to clean or dispose of. Although now I'm positive I'll find peanut butter residue on the light switches.
This might not seem so bad, but it's the most awful thing you can do in public restrooms. I know many of them flush automatically, but make sure they actually flush. Strangers don't need to walk in and find out how dehydrated you are.
You know your thievery is bad when they have to politely ask you to stop. You know it's really bad when they have to leave a passive aggressive note. You know it's out of control when they have to label individual items in a fruitless attempt to shame you into buying your own damn groceries.
This right here is one of the biggest roommate fails. I know I'm being ridiculous, and it's just a slight oversight, but I don't care. I'd rather deal with a mountain of moldy dishes before having to deal with this.
It's bad enough when you post trite motivational quotes on Facebook or at the office. But you need them brandished right on your notebook as well? Maybe you should find motivation within as opposed to slathering it on everything you see in an attempt to cure your terminal laziness.