Had a pretty long discussion last night with my dad and stepmom regarding the state of this house. I think they are both on board with actually cleaning it and keeping it that way, but we'll see how things go moving forward.
Platinum trophy image for SpongeBob SquarePants: Battle for Bikini Bottom: Rehydrated
Platinum trophy number 75. SpongeBob SquarePants: Battle for Bikini Bottom: Rehydrated. Overall this was a really solid 3D platformer and a fun time aside from a few tedious parts throughout. Definitely not a difficult platinum at all.
I never would have imagined that moving in at my dad's house would end up being such a huge pain in the ass. I want to clean this house up so badly, but when I have no help and when the dogs and other humans are constantly destroying it cleaning feels impossible.
We've had 80s since like late January/early February and I hate it. Winter showed up for about 10 minutes, gave us the finger and then moonwalked out of the picture.
So it turns out that 2.5 hours of sleep is not quite enough.
12 pack of Dr Pepper falling apart after being soaked in dog urine
Gotta love waking up and cleaning up a huge puddle of dog piss that has soaked into 12 packs of Dr Pepper like this. I literally told them yesterday this was happening and nobody cared or did anything about it. These are not my fucking dogs.
They don't seem to understand or care that having dog piss and shit literally right next to and sometimes IN the kitchen is not healthy at all. Trying to address literally anything with them is impossible. My dad has all but given up and would rather sit in his man cave and ignore the world.
I've tried to talk to my dad and stepmom about how dire this situation has become, but they don't seem to actually care. My dad would apparently rather clean up after them every day than actually make the effort to make the dogs go outside to the bathroom.
Having to constantly worry about stepping in dog piss just to go to the kitchen in this house is beyond infuriating. I've been refusing to clean up after these dogs since I don't own them, but I also don't want to live surrounded by piss and shit every day. This situation fucking sucks.
I appreciate it. I just sort of assume that most things I post on here go unread after years of being on the other site and comparing the two in that regard. Ultimately it doesn't really matter because I just needed to vent.
I know that nobody cares or will likely even read this, but I just needed to vent because screaming in my bedroom isn't helping.
To say that my mental health is suffering right now would be a complete understatement. I can feel it constantly when the tiniest things set me off and make me mad to the degree where it ruins the rest of my day. Nobody here cares. I can't talk to anyone that lives here. Overall just miserable.
Obviously this is not my house, but I foolishly thought that I'd at least feel welcome here and be treated as if I mattered. Unfortunately that is not the case and anything I try to bring up as an issue is promptly ignored and I'm treated like I'm making a big deal out of nothing.
The entire house is a fucking wreck and I've made constant efforts to clean it up since I moved in here back in December. At this point I've stopped even bothering. Nobody else makes any real effort so it all just goes to waste almost as fast as I can clean it.
They have four dogs who are not trained at all and who piss/shit in the house CONSTANTLY, but I'm the asshole for getting mad about having to worry about it anytime I leave my bedroom. I could clean this entire house spotless and it would be completely destroyed within hours and nobody would care.
Moving into my dad's house is genuinely one of the worst decisions I've ever made in my life. Sometimes I honestly think being homeless would almost be a better option. 90% of the time I get treated like I don't even exist and I'm constantly being subtly treated like I'm not welcome here.
I think last night was the earliest that I've gone to bed in at least two weeks and I still crashed at around 1:00am.
Checking my email and not seeing any emails from my old apartment complex is such a great feeling. It was always either something I had to stress out about or some complete nonsense nobody cared about. No in between.
Totally forgot that Super Meatboy 3D comes out tomorrow! I look forward to the anger and stress I have in my future.
The weekend feels a lot longer when you average less than 5 hours of sleep per night.
BUTCHER BAKER SCOUT VEST MAKER
Your feelings are completely understandable, but at the same time you should also be kind to yourself. You're out there doing the best you can to get by right now, just like most of us. Keep your head up!
Nothing makes me more excited to read an article than a popup telling me that I have to give someone money in order to read it.
Well!
The slow death of higher ed has come for me, and I suddenly find myself without a day job.
If y'all got leads on cool jobs, creative opportunities, or literary managers who need clients, hmu.
And if you've been waiting for the perfect time to check out patreon.com/screendrafts, this is it!
Doing something nice for yourself (that you definitely DESERVE!) does not make you an idiot, Heather. I totally understand your frustration and where you're coming from, but you're far from an idiot. Finances just fucking suck right now in general for everyone. I hope things look up for you soon!
Waking up at 9:30am when I'm used to waking up at least two hours earlier has really thrown my day off so far.
I may or may not have stayed up entirely too late last night.
The *last* lost episode. We did it, folks.
Its a complicated issue unfortunately. They know how to clean. One is basically physically incapable and the other has let depression take over to the point of not really caring anymore.
