We are halfway through the month and the roommate has not paid her rent. I need to say something. This is rediculous. When she asked if I could wait until her student loan went through, she didn't say it would come through around the 25th.
The dogs get into the trash constantly now. Several times a night. I'm tired of picking it up. THERE IS GARBAGE ON MY FLOOR and I am too tired of cleaning it up to do anything about it. I come home to this every day. Kitchen, bathroom, both. No matter how much I clean, the mess reappears in minutes. I know it's because they are bored and lonely because they do it when I am home too. You would think this would make me want to come out of my rooms but I stay in here where it smells like mint and oranges and there is no prevailing sound of breathing.
It's also wrong that I'm not going to feed them before I go. But I am relied upon for this. And that isn't right either.
Sadly, I am far too passive aggressive to say anything. So I stew in silence and writing.