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The Problem with Roommates
11 min read
Hold your horses boys and girls, 'cause we're about to get into a personal rant that a lot of people could probably relate to-- shitty roommates~! Yay~! Here, how 'bout I throw some sparkles into this shit to make it even more cute. (ノಠ ∩ಠ)ノ彡( \o°o)\ Oops! Was that a person. My "B" bro! I just get so passionate about this shit that sometimes I forget to pay attention to what I'm doing, just like douche bag of a roommate. Now, the list of ways he's wronged my fiance and I are long, so for those who want to skip to the bottom go ahead and do so, guys. I won't judge. Not one bit-- unless you're exactly like this then you deserve all the judgement.
So for those who had been following me last year, you knew about me being unemployed from the Army and getting booted from my house by my mom a week before my birthday. I went through a rough patch of depression for the longest time but kept it to myself since my fiance already worries enough about me (I'm one of those chicks who needs to be kept in a bubble for my own good). We were desperate and in need of a place to live, so he asked one of his co-workers at the grocery store he worked at if he'd want to move in. He agreed since he was getting tired of living with his on-again-off-again slut of a girlfriend, and so we moved in together. First day of us being in the house, he says that by the end we were going to hate him. I shouldn't have taken it as a warning. Guys, never take it as a warning when someone tells you they are a horrible individual. At that point, you can bet it's a fucking promise that they'll do what they can to make you loathe their very existence.
A few months pass and I get a job. I feel happy, so the day of me completing my training for the ob I buy stuff to make home-made meatballs for my roommates and I to enjoy. That night, the chick I before mentioned whom had been off-again at the time, came over with her mom and nephew and this guy expected me to feed these three extra people. The fucking dude had literally, not even 24 hours before, been talking about how they were done and he was glad and this time he meant it and she happens to be in the area with her family, comes by, and less than an hour later they're a thing and expecting me to feed them. The fuck?!
Now, I won't lie, for a little while, my fiance and I got a little behind on bills. First time living all alone having to keep with with utilities and phone bills and car insurance and rent on minimum wage is really hard (in case you haven't read the latest study), and it didn't help that I had been providing food an supplies for the house hold by myself for months and paying for the internet all alone for months even though I hardly got to use it at the time. That said, the roommate covered some of the rent for two months and we vowed to pay him back. Well, in the process of us paying him back, he gets really paranoid because it's our fault his girl stole money from him for drugs and that his brother stole money for stuff as well from this dude. So he goes and gets plastered at the bar one night while his girlfriend is over here with his brother, my fiance had work (since at the time he was working night shifts), and I had gotten off of work at around midnight and had work at noon the next day. This dude comes into the house drunk and angry as shit for some reason and starts screaming at everyone and slamming doors. I asked if he could chill in the nicest of ways-- dude fucking punches a hole in the wall. Now, I'm 5'3" and about 120 or so lbs in weight. Not a very large lady. This scared the shit out of me since my fiance and I had only just started sharing a phone so I had no way of contacting my love to let him know I was scared as hell of this guy. I retreat back into my room, close and barricade my door, grab my cat and a baseball bat, and I go hide in the closet sobbing because I'm tired and have work tomorrow. He goes on for an hour before it gets quiet. I think it's safe. I hear a knock on the door and see this dude's brother. I felt safe, and when he said it was alright to come out of the room I do-- only to find that this is an intervention on how the drunk dude's gonna get his money back, without my fiance there to back me up, give me support, or anything!!!
Now, ladies, if someone has to have their brother blocking them in a small area in order to make you feel safer, than you really aren't. Just leave-- which is what I was trying to do. When I couldn't and found I was equally trapped, I started having a panic attack. Now, an ex-soldier of any kind having a panic attack of any level is never good-- let alone the level where they are choking for air and dry heaving because they can't breathe because they are this distraught. I literally did the belly crawl in the sand at night as live ammo shot over my head for 3 football lengths with no issue and the gas chamber had been no biggie, so that should tell you what level of crazy I was dealing with to feel that unsafe. This guy kept me up until nearly 4 in the morning telling me about how my fiance and were going to pay him back one way or another, even if I had to whore myself out. That's right kiddies! My own roommate was trying to force me into indentured servitude via prostitution! Mind you, this is the same night as the before mentioned paragraph where I'm home alone with no one to protect me, I got off from work and had been asleep when he came in on his tirade, and I was supposed to have work the next day. Four in the morning he finally lets me leave after basically making it sound like if we couldn't get him paid off he was going to get the apartment complex to kick me out of the apartment and have me live on the street-- which is the whole reason he was our roommate in the first place! (Mind you, this is only 4-5 months into us all living together, so I'm still suffering from some hard-core depression and deflated self-value.) My fiance gets home from work, sees how emotionally, physically, and spiritually drained I am, and helps me to call out (go figure my boss just so happens to be this dude's friend) and tell my boos that I felt sick (which I did). Long story short, I had a perfect track record of attendance until that night.
I had asked him not to smoke pot in the house-- puts his pot hookah in a box with MY stuff and gets weed scent on some of the stuff I'd had since I was 3-7 years old. I asked if he could not smoke in the house-- made an ash tray out of his beer cans and leaves the burnt buds all over the apartment. I asked if he could help clean once in a while-- he and his brother lost half of the cutlery my fiance and I brought into the house, the dishes, pots, and pans are almost always dirty with something crusted onto them, and even though I'm not supposed to handle dish detergent I am the one constantly having to wash all of the dishes just to get a sandwich because heaven forbid that the unemployed man does that.
Oh yeah! Did I mention he's been unemployed for a little less than I've been employed? That's right. He's been out of work since August and hadn't tried looking for employment. Instead, he's been mooching off of his older brother and us and then last month brought his friend into our already cramped quarters. He doesn't pay his portion of rent but has his brother pay while he goes out drinking and partying. now, you may be wondering, how'd he get laid off? He'd already pissed off his boss by coming in late and intoxicated lots of times, but the one that got hi was the day he was found sleeping on the job and cussed out his boss. He called the lady in charge of his store a bitch and then they had to threaten to call the police in order for him to leave-- yet he was convinced that the union was going to get him his job back or at least pay for the time he spent not working. HA!!! So for months, despite my fiance and I trying to help him, he refused to look for work saying he "got this" and had a plan just in case things didn't pan out. They didn't. His plan sucks. He sucks. Long story short, if your plan to keep an apartment is to have a friend co-sign your lease when two out of three of the people you plan on living in a place are unemployed, you need to re-evaluate your position in life. No, seriously. That was his plan. He was going to have a friend co-sign a lease and than have that guy and his brother take care of rent, utilities, internet, ect. which are all still under my fiance and I's names, but he didn't consider just how much living costs despite the fact that he's older than I am and "has more life experiences". Yeah. Okay buddy. And that's why your girlfriend is still with you. Oh wait! She's not! She finally found where she left her brain and left his ass for good because he is a cancer and needs to be removed from the face of the earth.
My fiance now works 9-12 hour shifts in a factory and I work at night, so we need our sleep. Our roommate seems to think he does too, but only between the hours of 10am-7pm when it is completely unfair since those are the hours to which I am home and need to wash dishes every night because he won't and prepare dinner for my fiance and I so that we aren't eating out every night and I can just eat in general because why should I starve myself because some ass hole thought it was a good idea to stay up all night playing video games, blasting his music all night, and watching hulu and netflix-- AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME!!! WITH ALL OF THE LIGHTS ON!!! Seriously. This guy is an electrician's worst nightmare! When my fiance asked him last night if they could keep it down, he replied with a "We'll try" loud enough that I could hear it through the walls and door of our bedroom! He then played his music literally all night. We woke up at 8:30 this morning to find him still on the computer playing his music loud enough for us to hear the lyrics perfectly. Yet when I went to go get some dishes so I could eat, he goes all, "Could you keep it down please?" Being the wear-your-heart-on-your-sleeve kind of person I am, I replied in a loud, happy voice, "I'll try" before I grabbed all of our dishes (before you wonder, my fiance and I furnished 90% of the house, including all of the dished and cookware that our roommates use) and brought them to our room because fuck this guy.
Moral of the story, I am now going to set a curfew for the internet for when my fiance and I are asleep without warning and they can use paper plates because I'm sick of these guys. I wrote a note on a bottle of dish soap so I could remember to buy more since I knew he wouldn't, and he stabbed a clean knife-- that e didn't not bring into the house-- through it. (By the way, there was still some detergent in the bottle. He wasted some of our dish washing detergent because he is a child. Longer story short-- if you are a roommate, don't be an ass hole. Being an ass hole loses you any privilege to things that don't belong to you and just makes you look like a childish little fuck wad.
This has been a message from your friendly neighborhood "Don't be an Asshole" Council.
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My Brave Face
1 min read
My brave face includes my cheeks soaked in tears, snot running down my face, and me hyperventilating while trying to convince myself to continue watching Grave Encounters 2 before screaming like a bitch and nearly breaking my fiance's arm with the death grip I have while at the same time burying my face into his shoulder and sobbing harder as he tries not to laugh at me and fails. Thank God he turned it off after the little girl. Honestly, Nathan probably would have taken a picture of the look on my face had he not known just how bothered I was. Still, I think I would have had to go with him to work and listen to him explain to his bosses why his fiance was with him in the store and jumpy as hell at three in the morning had we finished that movie or watched another scary one after that…. Still not going to bed though.
On the plus side, I got to see Super Troopers for the first time since it was released on VHS.
On the plus side, I got to see Super Troopers for the first time since it was released on VHS.
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I Need to not Talk at 8 in the Morning
3 min read
So, I was talking to one of my co-workers this morning. The conversation started off with us greeting each other and him asking how I was. Well, at the time, I was emptying all of the trash cans of the store I work at. I told him I was doing pretty good and he asked, "What makes you say that?" I told him, "Well, I mean, I have a place to live where I'm treated well and I have a job. Sure, I don't have much money and most goes to paying bills to the point that I wonder when I'm going to eat next, but it's better than a few months back, a week before I turned 20, and I was without a home and was robbed basically $1,000 by my own family." He said I had a good point and then when I asked how he was he said his day was about a "B". I went, "Yeah, I understand, but I guess that's just how life is for most people... But not Donald Trump. That guy's got nothing to complain about!" He responded with, "What about his hair?" and I quickly countered with, "Well, yeah, but, could you imagine Donald Trump with long, luxurious flowing locks cascading down his back."
This was my mistake because, I swear to God, up until I left work my mind began to elaborate this stupid ass stry of how Donald Trump is a demi-God, cast from the heavens due to God's fear that one day the Trump will defeat him and take over of the cosmos, but Trumps true power lies within having a full head of hair, and that's why he began holding "The Apprentice". See, "The Apprentice" is just his way to find the "true locks of destiny" that he can then reap to use as his own to regain his power and take his rightful place on the throne of Heaven as the true Cosmic Ruler of the universe and all that is. However, the Illuminati, who in all reality are the agents of God sent to Earth with the sole task to keep Trump in his place, have been keeping an eye on the self-made tycoon and so that's why he does "Celebrity Apprentice"-- t throw them off his true intentions. After all, if a celebrity goes missing, the cosmos will be thrown out of balance and he knows this so he clearly can't kidnap them and experiment with their hair like he does the normal winners of "The Apprentice".
The worst part is that I want to write this but I'm afraid that it'll become popular and then it'll just be like, "Why are you guys reading this shit!? I literally thought of this while cleaning toilets!"
This was my mistake because, I swear to God, up until I left work my mind began to elaborate this stupid ass stry of how Donald Trump is a demi-God, cast from the heavens due to God's fear that one day the Trump will defeat him and take over of the cosmos, but Trumps true power lies within having a full head of hair, and that's why he began holding "The Apprentice". See, "The Apprentice" is just his way to find the "true locks of destiny" that he can then reap to use as his own to regain his power and take his rightful place on the throne of Heaven as the true Cosmic Ruler of the universe and all that is. However, the Illuminati, who in all reality are the agents of God sent to Earth with the sole task to keep Trump in his place, have been keeping an eye on the self-made tycoon and so that's why he does "Celebrity Apprentice"-- t throw them off his true intentions. After all, if a celebrity goes missing, the cosmos will be thrown out of balance and he knows this so he clearly can't kidnap them and experiment with their hair like he does the normal winners of "The Apprentice".
The worst part is that I want to write this but I'm afraid that it'll become popular and then it'll just be like, "Why are you guys reading this shit!? I literally thought of this while cleaning toilets!"
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Yes, I am Still Alive
6 min read
So, sorry for disappearing for a while. For anyone who cares and wants to know why I disappeared for so long, keep reading. For those who don't care, do know I will at least try to draw more and write a few new stories within the (upcoming) month. I have a lot of story ideas I've been meaning to get down, just not the time or attention span.
Explanation:
So, people may have read my last journal entry where I was at $3,000. Yeah, I'm now barely surviving in terms of my finances. Here's the reason why. My family technically stole $632 from me, and then my mom kicked me out of the house because she was pissed one night that I was still trying to find a job and an apartment just 3 months from being kicked from the Army. Now, I know what some are thinking: "Three months?! Three months, and you couldn't find a job in that time out of the Army?!" Your answer: "Yeah, and it still took me another month and a half to find a job after getting kicked out for said issue because the economy is bad and hardly anyone worth going to for a paycheck is hiring." That's not me making excuses, that's the simple truth. I practically harassed a few stores I could WALK to from my new apartment for at least a month, and it wasn't until I went to a Kroger ( www.kroger.com/Pages/default.a… ) that my fiance was planning to transfer to any ways that someone actually called me in for an interview and offered me a job. Sadly, this was the second of two Krogers I tried to go to, the first being the one my fiance left where the managers gave me the run around whenever I tried to find one to talk to. So, yeah. I literally submitted a hundred or more resumes to so many different places it's pathetic, but I do have a job now.
Any ways, back to the whole "kicked out" part. My mom kicked me out because I needed to find a place to live before I could find a place to work since I didn't (and still don't) own a car and have to rely on someone to drive me or for me to use my own two feet to walk to work. Now, when I had no where to live, I wanted to go to a 24/7 fitness center. Common sense told me, "Pay $10 and you'll be able to sleep in the locker room where it's safe from predators and you can at least shower." However, my Nana, who is a caring and loving woman, was scared something bad would happen if I did that so despite how much I tried to argue the gym I ended up having to stay in a cheap hotel that cost me another $365 or something. So, what I'm saying is, my mom owes me over $1,000 for being a bitch and I will never get that money because if I argue it she's just going to get her giant panties in a twist and it's not worth it.
Before you guys worry, I was "homeless" for only a week. I only had to stay in the hotel before my grandparents found out what my mom did and instantly took me in, even offered to move what few things I had with me while I had stayed in the hotel for me. (Obviously I had already cleared the hotel room and gotten my stuff down and then insisted I pack my grandpa's truck myself, but the kindness that they even offered is what counts.... Especially since these are the same grandparents that have pretty much hated me since my half brother and half sister were born and they finally got real grandchildren, but that's another story.) For the next few days (which, for a small time line, was literally only a week before my 20th birthday back in February), I lived with my grandparents, had to explain to a few friends what happened to me and where I was, and Nathan and I searched even more to find an apartment and to get a roommate. We succeeded in finding both a roommate and an apartment, signed the lease, and the day before my birthday the three of us moved into the apartment. Yay~!
Apartments are expensive though, so.... Money went fast. I got a job after almost a month and a half or two months of searching, but the hours are so few that it's one of those things where Nathan and I wonder if we're going to eat at all today or if we're going to save all of our money for bills. It's hard, but we manage to keep from going mad from the stress. We even joined a Pokemon league and we've taken to playing the card and video games again. (He's even become a "Gym Leader". Hehhehheh. How many of you used to play the games and wish you could date certain gym leaders?) So, yeah. There you go. I disappeared from the map due to family drama, moving three times in one week, getting a new apartment, job searching, struggling financially which is stressing me out, and playing card and video games and trying to focus long enough to reply to roleplays. It's crazy, but I promise to try and complain less to you guys and try harder to write more stories and do more art like I used to. I really want to get back to when I had fun submitting art here soon, so do expect to see more of me in the up coming month(s).
Thank you for your patience and understanding. I love you guys so much and you have no idea how much each of you who has ever even just talked to me mean to me.
Explanation:
So, people may have read my last journal entry where I was at $3,000. Yeah, I'm now barely surviving in terms of my finances. Here's the reason why. My family technically stole $632 from me, and then my mom kicked me out of the house because she was pissed one night that I was still trying to find a job and an apartment just 3 months from being kicked from the Army. Now, I know what some are thinking: "Three months?! Three months, and you couldn't find a job in that time out of the Army?!" Your answer: "Yeah, and it still took me another month and a half to find a job after getting kicked out for said issue because the economy is bad and hardly anyone worth going to for a paycheck is hiring." That's not me making excuses, that's the simple truth. I practically harassed a few stores I could WALK to from my new apartment for at least a month, and it wasn't until I went to a Kroger ( www.kroger.com/Pages/default.a… ) that my fiance was planning to transfer to any ways that someone actually called me in for an interview and offered me a job. Sadly, this was the second of two Krogers I tried to go to, the first being the one my fiance left where the managers gave me the run around whenever I tried to find one to talk to. So, yeah. I literally submitted a hundred or more resumes to so many different places it's pathetic, but I do have a job now.
Any ways, back to the whole "kicked out" part. My mom kicked me out because I needed to find a place to live before I could find a place to work since I didn't (and still don't) own a car and have to rely on someone to drive me or for me to use my own two feet to walk to work. Now, when I had no where to live, I wanted to go to a 24/7 fitness center. Common sense told me, "Pay $10 and you'll be able to sleep in the locker room where it's safe from predators and you can at least shower." However, my Nana, who is a caring and loving woman, was scared something bad would happen if I did that so despite how much I tried to argue the gym I ended up having to stay in a cheap hotel that cost me another $365 or something. So, what I'm saying is, my mom owes me over $1,000 for being a bitch and I will never get that money because if I argue it she's just going to get her giant panties in a twist and it's not worth it.
Before you guys worry, I was "homeless" for only a week. I only had to stay in the hotel before my grandparents found out what my mom did and instantly took me in, even offered to move what few things I had with me while I had stayed in the hotel for me. (Obviously I had already cleared the hotel room and gotten my stuff down and then insisted I pack my grandpa's truck myself, but the kindness that they even offered is what counts.... Especially since these are the same grandparents that have pretty much hated me since my half brother and half sister were born and they finally got real grandchildren, but that's another story.) For the next few days (which, for a small time line, was literally only a week before my 20th birthday back in February), I lived with my grandparents, had to explain to a few friends what happened to me and where I was, and Nathan and I searched even more to find an apartment and to get a roommate. We succeeded in finding both a roommate and an apartment, signed the lease, and the day before my birthday the three of us moved into the apartment. Yay~!
Apartments are expensive though, so.... Money went fast. I got a job after almost a month and a half or two months of searching, but the hours are so few that it's one of those things where Nathan and I wonder if we're going to eat at all today or if we're going to save all of our money for bills. It's hard, but we manage to keep from going mad from the stress. We even joined a Pokemon league and we've taken to playing the card and video games again. (He's even become a "Gym Leader". Hehhehheh. How many of you used to play the games and wish you could date certain gym leaders?) So, yeah. There you go. I disappeared from the map due to family drama, moving three times in one week, getting a new apartment, job searching, struggling financially which is stressing me out, and playing card and video games and trying to focus long enough to reply to roleplays. It's crazy, but I promise to try and complain less to you guys and try harder to write more stories and do more art like I used to. I really want to get back to when I had fun submitting art here soon, so do expect to see more of me in the up coming month(s).
Thank you for your patience and understanding. I love you guys so much and you have no idea how much each of you who has ever even just talked to me mean to me.
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I need Financial Advice
2 min read
So.... You know how family's supposed to be there to help you when you need it?
Not mine.
Around Christmas time I "lent" my family $300-- cash-- shortly after being laid off from the U.S. Army. Now, I say "lent" because, apparently, this was "rent" that they didn't tell me I was fucking paying. What they had told me was that they were going to pay me back when they could, along with when I paid for my entire fucking family to go out and eat lunch one day. My family knows I'm trying to save money for an apartment of my own so I can finally apply for jobs since I have no car or bike so I'll have to WALK to my next job, wherever it may be. However, my mom had the fucking nerve to lie and say that I supposedly agreed to pay them $300 for "rent and food". To get her to shut up, I cut her the check for $300 after she said the $300 I gave her in December was my rent.
So, long story short, I'm at about maybe $3000 total in my account and need help earning some money until I can get a job. I would sell art, but I doubt anyone would buy any of it since my art is unattractive. Does anyone have any ideas what I can do, because there's no way I'm going to be able to move out and get an apartment if my family continues to leach me.
Not mine.
Around Christmas time I "lent" my family $300-- cash-- shortly after being laid off from the U.S. Army. Now, I say "lent" because, apparently, this was "rent" that they didn't tell me I was fucking paying. What they had told me was that they were going to pay me back when they could, along with when I paid for my entire fucking family to go out and eat lunch one day. My family knows I'm trying to save money for an apartment of my own so I can finally apply for jobs since I have no car or bike so I'll have to WALK to my next job, wherever it may be. However, my mom had the fucking nerve to lie and say that I supposedly agreed to pay them $300 for "rent and food". To get her to shut up, I cut her the check for $300 after she said the $300 I gave her in December was my rent.
So, long story short, I'm at about maybe $3000 total in my account and need help earning some money until I can get a job. I would sell art, but I doubt anyone would buy any of it since my art is unattractive. Does anyone have any ideas what I can do, because there's no way I'm going to be able to move out and get an apartment if my family continues to leach me.
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