jfc. i am going to LOSE my goddamn mind. so bear with me as I rant. and this is NOT an asking for advice or "how do i have this conversation" this is a case of pms moodiness/overstimulation/and desperately needing to fucking scream into the void and get it off my chest.
i am at my fucking limit right now besties. jeeeeesus. i think a lot of this *also* might have to do with the 2 month unemployment driving me crazy right now. but.
there's a dog downstairs right now that is crying, constantly, and when it's not crying, it's playing with a fucking squeaky toy at early hours of the morning.
then my roommates cat started SCREAMING like, LOUD as all hell for a solid half hour. I can only assume the roommates were outside smoking for part of this cause they were definitely home. after they left for work she started screaming again and i had to toss her into their room cause she was driving me insane.
they take off to drop the gf off at work just as i got up and i go into the kitchen and there is not a single fucking clean plate or bowl for me to use. NOTHING. I'm not even sure WHERE THE BOWLS ARE cause they aren't in the kitchen or living room. now, granted, we only have three of each thanks to breakage over the years, but STILL, there are THREE OF US!! AND THEY'RE MY PLATES! like fuck. i'm just now realizing they ate dinner in their room last night so they're probably in there, but like, you need to bring those out when you're done bro!!
now... when we first moved into this place, i made a deal with one of them saying "hey, i know you guys hate doing dishes, so i can deal with that on the regular as long as they're not caked on and shit as long as you keep on top of the garbage and recycling, and she can keep on top of something else". but that doesn't always happen, they do their own dishes soemtimes and it depends on like, who's home, who's cooking, etc. but 90% of the time, it's me doing it. which would be totally fine EXCEPT THAT THE OTHER FUCKING SHIT DOESNT GET DONE.
they have this "sunday clean" that they do that's big, deep cleaning almost and they only do it once a week. I don't know if that's why it's a "oh i'll take it out then" kinda thing or what, but like, if something is FULL, if the bag is TIED, it needs to go OUT that day, not fucking four days later when an entire second or third bag is needed to also go out. Like, don't get me wrong, things like deep cleaning the bathroom, cleaning floors, the stove/microwave, yeah, you can do those once a week, but like, if something is dirty, just clean it right then, it literally makes your life easier, and nicer. then you're not living in fucking filth waiting for fucking sunday.
this is especially driving me crazy cause i'm someone who likes to do a "house close" nightly before i go to bed. the kitchen is clean, the dishes are clean, things are tidy and ready to start the next day on a high point.
there's also something stinking up our fridge and yesterday they tossed out a can of something thinking that was it, like, besties, my sweet summer child, there are two containers or rotting fucking pancakes that i asked/told you about AT LEAST a month ago. cause i asked "hey did those pancakes you saved have blueberries in them?" i didn't immediately throw them away because they were in a tupperware and IMO if it's plastic and has mold on it, it's garbage, but they might not want to throw things away. i did it today cause im so fucking frustrated.
AND, while we're here i'm just gonna bitch about one other thing cause it's driving me insane rn. I know they don't have a lot of money, but like, they don't do a good job about allocating their budget. don't get me wrong, bills and rent are always paid on time, but like, fuck. we share condiments and i don't know WHAT they're using the margarine for but holy shit it disappears so fucking fast and i feel like i'm always the one buying things like that, or things like toilet paper. now, i can stash toilet paper in my room but i can't keep fridge things in there and i also don't want to start doing that and being "that roommate", ya know?
in regards to cleaning, i will say there are parts i don't mind and it balances out cause one of them will like, semi deep clean the bathroom usually once a week and i'm also much more a surface cleaner, so there are things like that, but today and right now holy shit.
between everything it's just super fucking annoying and i feel like i'm being a fucking parent in ways i definitely shouldn't have to be. i really miss living alone right now.
anyways, that's my fucking rant of probably the month. i know some of it could be smoothed over or talked about but really i just need to scream into the void for a bit and i'll feel better. like, the one not working today came home a minute ago and like, we're chill, i just need to scream and it not be at one of them cause they are my friends and i do love them and honestly i think all three of us hate confrontation so that certainly doesn't help
now if the goddamn animals in this house would learn how to shut the fuck up we'd all be winning.
