Yeah, you probably should ignore this journal, it doesn't make a lot of sense and I can't describe everything... Basically I need to rant a bit since I'm just a *tad* pissed off right now. My roommates are driving me insane! Honestly, if it was legal to kill, they'd both be dead. I'm fed up with the fact that they walk all over me and treat me like shit and as soon as I so much as try to stand up for myself they freak out, play the poor-innocent victim, threaten to get our landlord involved and lawyers. FUCKING LAWYERS. Fuck off you red-headed cunt.
And can you believe it, this whole ordeal is over the goddamn cable bill again. I'm tired of the fact that I don't use the phone, internet or cable at the house and yet I've had to pay around $26 a month when I've said already that I don't use it and am not paying. I don't have the money to pay for something that I don't use! If it wasn't for David right now I'd be dining at the Food Bank every night. I didn't have enough for the last accumulative bill of $80(because Laura "forgets" to post the bill each month so she writes cute little notes that we all owe her a bunch of cash), but David saved me and gave her the money.
So now I owe the bitch $15. But if I give her that money I won't have enough for my cell phone bill. I find notes everyday on my door saying that if I don't pay up she'll get our landlord involved. And this morning she wrote two pages about how I was being childish and that she'll get her parent's lawyers on me if I don't have the money by 5 PM today.
Funny thing is, she doesn't seem to remember how she comes in drunk several times each month, waking me up at 2-5 AM by banging on my window because she's not bright enough to bring a key. Or how she lost my spare key. Or how my laundry detergent, 9 dishes, 10 utensils, 7 glasses and 1 wine glass went mysteriously missing. On top of it all she's now accusing me of stealing her garbage can and some toilet paper back in August.
Yesterday she and Amber jumped on me as I was going out the door. I told her I wasn't paying until she returned the dish she borrowed from David 53 days ago. The dish doesn't even matter, it's just a cheap thing, but the point is that she said she'd have it the next day (after February 13th) yet we asked several times and she still wouldn't return it.
Perhaps I am being childish. But when it burns down, I don't have enough money. And I'm sick of having anxiety attacks because of them. I know that if I don't show up with the money at 5, she'll be all over me. But I'm gladly not going to be around. I don't know what I would do without Dave right now, because of him I have somewhere to escape. Just shit, I hate this.