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please please tell me now
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Ok so I've been absent, always happens when I get the 6-2.30 shifts because it blows my whole life into a confusing existential realm where there is no time just a series of work related nightmares. Now I'm all days for a couple of weeks. The jet lag of snapping into a new working time zone is killing me. The stupidity of living here is tense and annoying and I get to add to that grief from my sister who is sweating me to give her money.
3 days ago I was disowned because I didn't respond to her email happily volunteering to give them (MUM and SIS) what ever money they needed. Despite the fact I'm saving up for my own reasons and they NEVER pay me back, I get told I'm not being friendly or family like cuz I'm not ponying up to be the bank. I so want to write back that she should get off her lazy ass and get a job somewhere, but that's going to be more grief then necessary. Trust me.
I wrote back saying they aren't friendly or family like only writing to ask for or demand money. I don't have anything to give them and that's all. Oh yes, they are supposedly moving in March and throwing all my stuff out that day. Yeeha.
I didn't really want to blog about how lousy this specific aspect of my life is. I'm becoming the queen of interpersonal drama it seems and I don't like it one bit. It's not fun when the only thing you really have to talk about is the new bullshit your roommates are pulling or the new hell your family is putting you through. I knew this year wasn't going to be spectacular but I wasn't expecting so much drama this early in. It IS drama, when you are disowned and being accused of giving housewares away to your friends. Yes my land lords seem to believe that the missing quiche dish is in fact MY Fault (so says Texas). Apparently since they can't search my room for it I have lent it to someone and don't/can't/haven't gotten it back. It makes me want to throw a damn dollar store quiche dish away every garbage day until there are none left. I mean seriously what am I doing with that fucking useless item of housewares? Smuggling black tar heroine? If you can get 8 for a buck shut the fuck up if one goes missing. I bet it's in Kid M's room with all the other dishes, probably in his mountain of laundry. GO fetch bitches.
Yea so I have nothing good to say so I've been saying nothing at all. I don't want to be deblogrolled so I'm updating you all on the sordid but totally run of the mill BS I'm dealing with this days. Keep blogging.
ghost writer Ambrrrr at 11:12 AM