Guys, I'm having one of those moments where I almost can't.

This dumb bitch. Seriously.

A few weeks ago she said her dogs were "getting picky about going outside" because it's cold out now, and what's her fucking solution? To put ~potty pads~ down in the kitchen for them. It doesn't really work. There's still piss and shit all over the kitchen floor and sometimes shit in the bathroom.

And speaking of the bathroom. Ohh, the bathroom. That irks me. Sometime a few months ago, someone (Old Yeller? Our housemate?) cleaned the bathroom carpet and it was goddamn beautiful. I still wouldn't walk on it without shoes, but at least it looked cleaner. As such, I started always shutting the bathroom door on my way out so the fucking dogs wouldn't go in there and shit all over it when it was finally clean.
Shit, back in the summer when Old Yeller cleaned all the carpets (except the bathroom, which was not a throw rug) and washed the hardwood, she actually posted a note onto the bathroom door requesting to keep it closed so the dogs didn't get in there. And Boyfriend and I complied. I thought all was fine then.
But of course it wasn't. Because recently, within the last two or three months, both Old Yeller and our housemate have apparently stopped giving a fuck and leaving the bathroom door open. Boyfriend and I are the only ones who close it, and when the two of them are home, every time he (when he's here) or I go downstairs, the damn door is open. Drives me up the wall.

Unsurprisingly, the bathroom carpet is now filthy again, to the point where both of my pairs of house shoes are sticking to the fucking carpet. It's fucking nasty. And it's not even just the bathroom. Depending on which pair I wear it's not as obvious, but when I wear my rubber flip-flops downstairs, they stick to the hard floors so bad that they make a peeling noise when I walk. They stick so hard that they'll come off my feet, so I have to try to hold them hard so I don't lose them and step on that disgusting floor with my bare feet. And that hurts. It is physically painful to walk downstairs in flip-flops because they stick to the fucking floor so bad. Thankfully my other house shoes do not do this.

I just...I just can't even comprehend the stupidity and laziness sometimes. The fucking animals are ~getting picky about going out because it's coooolllllld~ and your solution is these pointless fucking potty pads???

Here's a novel fucking idea, why don't you--wait for it--train your fucking disgusting animals?!?! Jesus christ, if these things had ever been housetrained in their fucking lives like a responsible dog owner would have done, there would be no need for these fucking "potty pads" in the first place. There would be no need for me to try in vain to keep the fucking bathroom door shut, and there would be no need for me and my boyfriend to have to always wear some form of shoes when we leave the upstairs.

I just can't even believe it sometimes. How are these people so okay with living in filth? How do they not care? How are they so fucking lazy that they would rather replace the linoleum in the kitchen and put down ~potty pads~ rather than fixing the root of the problem and getting on the same page where we can train these animals? How does anyone just not care about living in a clean fucking environment?? How is this an acceptable condition to let a house be in in their minds?!

I just don't get it. Our house (or at least the first floor of it) is completely filthy and disgusting and Boyfriend and I are the only ones that seem to give a shit. I had to fall down the fucking stairs for her to clean the damn floors, and even then she fought me on it, accused me of wanting to kill her dogs, and bitched about me not liking the way she keeps the house. Then did a complete 180 the next day and spent the following two days cleaning.

And before somebody says well if you don't like it then pitch in and help clean it, here's why I don't:
One, I don't want to be interrogated about what I'm doing and why I'm doing it if I get caught cleaning, because I get the idea that once they see why I'm cleaning somebody will take it as some sort of personal insult against their housekeeping and flip out on me.
Two, what's the fucking point? If I can't even get the bathroom door to stay closed so these fucking dogs don't shit all over it, then what is the point of even attempting to clean the kitchen or the floors or the bathroom when it's all just going to get filthy again?

I can't fucking wait to get out of this house sometimes.