Stifled

So I have been struggling with my creative juices,
getting them flowing and all.
But today I had an inspiration. I cannot think in a messy place.
My new roommates are actual pigs.
The dishes are never done. Pizza boxes are left for weeks on the floor.
They don't believe in mopping up or cleaning any mess they may have left behind.
I share a bathroom with one girl, who refuses to clean up after herself. The garbage is always left to me to take out.
Last night I found the toilet clogged, I left the plunger on top of the toilet. I didn't use it this morning, and today upon my arrival home, I found that she had used it again without cleaning it out.
What is this?
I can't think here. My creativity is being stifled. I can't get my mind onto a new track. I was starting to wonder what was wrong... when the answer was right in front of me all along. I need to figure out how to keep the thoughts coming when I am swimming in their mess.
Don't leave a mess, grow up and do your own work.