Man! What I would REALLY like is a week without best friend drama....
My friend has been giving me grief about hanging out with my ex. That's fine... I mean, I've been spending a lot of time with him and I felt bad. Okay. So she was moving because her and her husband and kids got evicted (how the hell do you get evicted, I have no idea... especially in this economic period is beyond me. especially if you have public assistance. I don't know...) so to be a true friend, I told the ex that I couldn't see him this weekend and went over to help them unpack. Well, the first thing she did was start on me because I didn't invite John over to help. Maybe I should have but her hot italian temper and his stubborness would not mesh well. She started in on me saying "are you ashamed to bring him around??" Well, yeah! You have a Playstation 3, a Wii, a big screen tv and you can't afford your apartment that you got kicked out of... well, things like that don't sit well with him. Plus you spend half your paycheck getting high. He would have tore her a new asshole. He's not very understanding of people like that. So, hell no... you two will never meet if I can help it. Maybe down the line when she's more responible but now is not a good time.
So I go over to help her unpack. It turns out that she hasn't even moved out of her apartment that she got evicted from. This is on Saturday! I told her to be moved out by the first or they'll hit her with another months rent. Rent she couldn't even afford in the first place. I was really aggravated. These are the times that I'm really happy that I didn't co-sign on her rental agreement. But I feel bad because her mother in law did. But anyway, I tried to move as much of her shit out as I could but there was a lot of furnature there and clothes and stuff. Great!
So we go back to her new place and the place is a mess. They didn't even try to unpack. The only thing they had unpacked was the Playstation 3 and the cable box. Yeah, that was the time I was wondering "What the fuck am I doing here???" So I did the best I could. Unpacked a lot of her daughters room and was in a foul mood. The only thing that made me feel better is that I saw my friend's husbands friend who I haven't seen in a while. He's a sweetheart so I was happy to see him.
So, after helping them unpack, my friend takes me aside and asks me for a couple of hundred dollars. It turns out that they moved into this place and they don't have any money. So, not only am I a day laborer, I'm an ATM. I told her I had to see what I have. I know that if I give it to her, I'll never give it back so I was all trying not to say anything to give her hope.
Fast forward to yesterday. She texts me to tell me that she's thinking of commiting suicide because she's broke, her husband is out of work because of a car accident that they had a few weeks ago. That she wishes that she had died of cancer (she had non Hodgkins Lymphoma when she was 21...) and all of this stuff. Now I'm under the gun. She needs $500 to make it right now and I'm like panicked. So I tell her I'll get her the money. The fast swindle. I told the ex and he said I was a moron (which I am) and that she was playing on the fact that she has no money, her kids are hungry, ect. Say what you want but I'm a sucker for kids suffering at the hands of their parents bad decisions. So today, I took money out of my 401k and almost all of it will go to her. Money that I'll never see again. Oh well... I told her that if I find out that the money went to buy drugs, I'll never talk to her again.
So here we are. MY ex hates her guts and he hasn't even met her. She's got $500 bucks from me and her kids are suffering because they can't find their Guitar Hero game. What the fuck is new?
On a positive note, I made the appointment to finish off my tattoo. And get a new one. True to form (and like I said before, I'm getting Poison Girl on my forearm in tribute to H.I.M. and my ex). He gets mad when I call him Ville. But I can't help it. They look so much alike. Ahhhh... my perfect men =)
My friend has been giving me grief about hanging out with my ex. That's fine... I mean, I've been spending a lot of time with him and I felt bad. Okay. So she was moving because her and her husband and kids got evicted (how the hell do you get evicted, I have no idea... especially in this economic period is beyond me. especially if you have public assistance. I don't know...) so to be a true friend, I told the ex that I couldn't see him this weekend and went over to help them unpack. Well, the first thing she did was start on me because I didn't invite John over to help. Maybe I should have but her hot italian temper and his stubborness would not mesh well. She started in on me saying "are you ashamed to bring him around??" Well, yeah! You have a Playstation 3, a Wii, a big screen tv and you can't afford your apartment that you got kicked out of... well, things like that don't sit well with him. Plus you spend half your paycheck getting high. He would have tore her a new asshole. He's not very understanding of people like that. So, hell no... you two will never meet if I can help it. Maybe down the line when she's more responible but now is not a good time.
So I go over to help her unpack. It turns out that she hasn't even moved out of her apartment that she got evicted from. This is on Saturday! I told her to be moved out by the first or they'll hit her with another months rent. Rent she couldn't even afford in the first place. I was really aggravated. These are the times that I'm really happy that I didn't co-sign on her rental agreement. But I feel bad because her mother in law did. But anyway, I tried to move as much of her shit out as I could but there was a lot of furnature there and clothes and stuff. Great!
So we go back to her new place and the place is a mess. They didn't even try to unpack. The only thing they had unpacked was the Playstation 3 and the cable box. Yeah, that was the time I was wondering "What the fuck am I doing here???" So I did the best I could. Unpacked a lot of her daughters room and was in a foul mood. The only thing that made me feel better is that I saw my friend's husbands friend who I haven't seen in a while. He's a sweetheart so I was happy to see him.
So, after helping them unpack, my friend takes me aside and asks me for a couple of hundred dollars. It turns out that they moved into this place and they don't have any money. So, not only am I a day laborer, I'm an ATM. I told her I had to see what I have. I know that if I give it to her, I'll never give it back so I was all trying not to say anything to give her hope.
Fast forward to yesterday. She texts me to tell me that she's thinking of commiting suicide because she's broke, her husband is out of work because of a car accident that they had a few weeks ago. That she wishes that she had died of cancer (she had non Hodgkins Lymphoma when she was 21...) and all of this stuff. Now I'm under the gun. She needs $500 to make it right now and I'm like panicked. So I tell her I'll get her the money. The fast swindle. I told the ex and he said I was a moron (which I am) and that she was playing on the fact that she has no money, her kids are hungry, ect. Say what you want but I'm a sucker for kids suffering at the hands of their parents bad decisions. So today, I took money out of my 401k and almost all of it will go to her. Money that I'll never see again. Oh well... I told her that if I find out that the money went to buy drugs, I'll never talk to her again.
So here we are. MY ex hates her guts and he hasn't even met her. She's got $500 bucks from me and her kids are suffering because they can't find their Guitar Hero game. What the fuck is new?
On a positive note, I made the appointment to finish off my tattoo. And get a new one. True to form (and like I said before, I'm getting Poison Girl on my forearm in tribute to H.I.M. and my ex). He gets mad when I call him Ville. But I can't help it. They look so much alike. Ahhhh... my perfect men =)