yep, moving out… going going gone… back home and out of this place. FINALLY!
Dad was going to wait a little longer but I lost it today… I just can’t deal anymore and I called him up in tears at a loss at what to do.
I won’t go into details beyond I’m sick of my roomie refusing to take responsibility for his share of the bills. He never paid rent last month or this month so my money caught us up to October 1st. He finally bought groceries (the first time in awhile he’s bought anything more than hot dogs, bread and ramen) though he eats the stuff I buy all the time. He blames me that there is no food in the house, that bills are a bit behind and that the landlord is getting pissed off. Well I’ve had enough. I was going to move at the end of the month but Dad upped it to this weekend.
Yep, I’ll be out of this apartment tomorrow night and moved the following day. I’m just glad to be getting out of here, and glad I don’t have a lot of stuff to pack and move.
Roomie is being a jerk about this but too bad. Things were starting to get straightened out, at least for the time I was supposed to stay, but when he came in and started digging into me it was just enoughs enough. He can worry about his own bills and how he’s going to come up with this months rent (which he was going to do anyway, I wasn’t going to pay anything more than my share and that’s paid in full)
This is such a load off my shoulders… I feel so less stressed even though I have essentially 24 hours left to pack. Compared to just a few hours ago this is nothing.
So it may take me a little to get back online, I’ll probably pop in every so often at the library but I shall see you people around. Heh… and if it takes me longer than a few months (though I doubt it will) I’ll make sure to have pics of caterpie for you!!