i should probably like...ACTUALLY update.
Well. i moved out of my ex's house. He's scary as hell. He owes me about 10 grand that i'll never see again because he'll never be worth that much, ever. i swear that man grows another 6 feet when he's angry. And he's always angry. Always. For the last year he didn't let me leave the house unescorted...meaning my truck sat on the side of the street for a year and the battery died from lack of use. If he HAD to let me leave the house, he drove me. To class. Home from class. That...was about all i ever had to do. Everything else was a luxury i did not require.
Oh. But apparently, even though i was never allowed to leave his sight, i still found time and opportunity to fuck half the neighbourhood. Because i'm impressive that way.
Fucking psycho. You're nearly 37 years old and your mom still pays your rent. i think at this point the best thing you can do is kill yourself and leave me my money in your will.
i want my camera back too. And two years of my life.
i moved out almost exactly a year ago, i signed the lease on my apartment new year's day of last year. So i've been out for a while. It's just kind of...hard still. It feels weird to not have someone standing over me all the time. i don't have to walk on eggshells. i can breathe as much and however i like. i can go to bed when i'm tired and wake up when i'm not. i can go wherever i want to whenever i want to go. i can use MY computer for whatever i want to use it for. Including looking at naked ladies and talking to men who are here for the same purpose.
Scary fuck actually made an SG account (using MY credit card, because no idiot in the world would ever extend credit to him) so that he could stalk me online while he watched me from his computer chair. GOD you're fucked up. Seriously, suicide is the best course of action for you. I DARE YOU. Eat a bullet. Oh, wait. You don't own a gun and no one would ever give you any money. Because you are worthless. So try this one - it takes 7000mg to develop an irreversible toxic load of carbatrol in the bloodstream. We're talking fatal. That's less than 12 pills, i know you've got them. my taxes pay for you to have them. So do us all a favour and put them to work. Acetaminophen works too, toxic load is anything over 4000mg. Go for it.
You owe me:
$1500 - down payment on your car
$600 - tags/taxes for your car
$400 - sound system for your car
$300 - plane ticket for our vacation to Mass. that i wasn't allowed to go on
$200 - luggage for our vacation to Mass. that i wasn't allowed to go on
$1100 - canon DSLR that you couldn't live without, have never used, and i'm not allowed to touch
$500 - new computer you could piss your life away on instead of going to work
$3000 - rent for six months, as the deal was that i bought food and you paid rent
$2500 - ALL of your bills for about six months after you decided you were too good to go to work ever again
Just a bit over $10000.
So if anyone has the urge to break any kneecaps, i've got one to add to your list. i don't want to hang onto this anymore but i'm having a really hard time letting go. i don't cheat, i don't tell lies, I AM NOT A PROSTITUTE, i never said your mother was a racist bitch (but she is), i never called your sister fat (although what else do you call a woman who stands at best 5'10 and weighs easily over 400 pounds), and i never. EVER. want to see you again.
Unless you come bearing reparations. But then i'm still going to kick you in the shin immediately after receiving said reparations.
i really really really want to let this go. But i don't have any receipts, i don't have any bank statements...nothing to prove he owes me all of this. So i'm basically screwed.
But. i'm moving to Washington state this summer. Somehow. Fuck you Cheyenne, i hate you so much.
There's this boy in Abbotsford in BC that i'm dying for. And living for. It's going to be nice. i'm going to move, i'll be about an hour from him, but i won't be WITH him. i'm not going to live with him. i'll be able to see him basically whenever i want, but i get to go home to MY house and MY stuff and MY life. And i'm not moving FOR him. i'm moving because i hate this town, and WWU is a fantastic school with the degree i need and the classes i want and the certification i require. No brainer. Just have to find the money for it.
Probably means getting my parents to cosign on a student loan. Again. But it will probably also be the last one i have to take out, since tuition at WWU is about $6000 PER YEAR, and my ECF is 0, and my entitlement from government aid alone (which i'm guaranteed to get as long as i file early enough) is about 18k. Meaning i'll be short about $8000 after tuition and books are paid for, which i can easily make up with scholarships and work/study on campus.
This is probably the worst blog post ever. i have to go pay rent on an apartment that shares an 8plex with a convicted rapist, two drug dealers, a pimp and his primary source of income (she thinks her name is sally but she's too strung out to know for sure - totally serious), an illegal arms dealer, and a dominatrix that can't seem to stop being a overbearing bitch when her clients go home and i'm not paying her to shove me around.
Thankfully the guy with all the guns seems to like me.
Well. i moved out of my ex's house. He's scary as hell. He owes me about 10 grand that i'll never see again because he'll never be worth that much, ever. i swear that man grows another 6 feet when he's angry. And he's always angry. Always. For the last year he didn't let me leave the house unescorted...meaning my truck sat on the side of the street for a year and the battery died from lack of use. If he HAD to let me leave the house, he drove me. To class. Home from class. That...was about all i ever had to do. Everything else was a luxury i did not require.
Oh. But apparently, even though i was never allowed to leave his sight, i still found time and opportunity to fuck half the neighbourhood. Because i'm impressive that way.
Fucking psycho. You're nearly 37 years old and your mom still pays your rent. i think at this point the best thing you can do is kill yourself and leave me my money in your will.
i want my camera back too. And two years of my life.
i moved out almost exactly a year ago, i signed the lease on my apartment new year's day of last year. So i've been out for a while. It's just kind of...hard still. It feels weird to not have someone standing over me all the time. i don't have to walk on eggshells. i can breathe as much and however i like. i can go to bed when i'm tired and wake up when i'm not. i can go wherever i want to whenever i want to go. i can use MY computer for whatever i want to use it for. Including looking at naked ladies and talking to men who are here for the same purpose.
Scary fuck actually made an SG account (using MY credit card, because no idiot in the world would ever extend credit to him) so that he could stalk me online while he watched me from his computer chair. GOD you're fucked up. Seriously, suicide is the best course of action for you. I DARE YOU. Eat a bullet. Oh, wait. You don't own a gun and no one would ever give you any money. Because you are worthless. So try this one - it takes 7000mg to develop an irreversible toxic load of carbatrol in the bloodstream. We're talking fatal. That's less than 12 pills, i know you've got them. my taxes pay for you to have them. So do us all a favour and put them to work. Acetaminophen works too, toxic load is anything over 4000mg. Go for it.
You owe me:
$1500 - down payment on your car
$600 - tags/taxes for your car
$400 - sound system for your car
$300 - plane ticket for our vacation to Mass. that i wasn't allowed to go on
$200 - luggage for our vacation to Mass. that i wasn't allowed to go on
$1100 - canon DSLR that you couldn't live without, have never used, and i'm not allowed to touch
$500 - new computer you could piss your life away on instead of going to work
$3000 - rent for six months, as the deal was that i bought food and you paid rent
$2500 - ALL of your bills for about six months after you decided you were too good to go to work ever again
Just a bit over $10000.
So if anyone has the urge to break any kneecaps, i've got one to add to your list. i don't want to hang onto this anymore but i'm having a really hard time letting go. i don't cheat, i don't tell lies, I AM NOT A PROSTITUTE, i never said your mother was a racist bitch (but she is), i never called your sister fat (although what else do you call a woman who stands at best 5'10 and weighs easily over 400 pounds), and i never. EVER. want to see you again.
Unless you come bearing reparations. But then i'm still going to kick you in the shin immediately after receiving said reparations.
i really really really want to let this go. But i don't have any receipts, i don't have any bank statements...nothing to prove he owes me all of this. So i'm basically screwed.
But. i'm moving to Washington state this summer. Somehow. Fuck you Cheyenne, i hate you so much.
There's this boy in Abbotsford in BC that i'm dying for. And living for. It's going to be nice. i'm going to move, i'll be about an hour from him, but i won't be WITH him. i'm not going to live with him. i'll be able to see him basically whenever i want, but i get to go home to MY house and MY stuff and MY life. And i'm not moving FOR him. i'm moving because i hate this town, and WWU is a fantastic school with the degree i need and the classes i want and the certification i require. No brainer. Just have to find the money for it.
Probably means getting my parents to cosign on a student loan. Again. But it will probably also be the last one i have to take out, since tuition at WWU is about $6000 PER YEAR, and my ECF is 0, and my entitlement from government aid alone (which i'm guaranteed to get as long as i file early enough) is about 18k. Meaning i'll be short about $8000 after tuition and books are paid for, which i can easily make up with scholarships and work/study on campus.
This is probably the worst blog post ever. i have to go pay rent on an apartment that shares an 8plex with a convicted rapist, two drug dealers, a pimp and his primary source of income (she thinks her name is sally but she's too strung out to know for sure - totally serious), an illegal arms dealer, and a dominatrix that can't seem to stop being a overbearing bitch when her clients go home and i'm not paying her to shove me around.
Thankfully the guy with all the guns seems to like me.
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