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Was looking for my keys all yesterday. Found out this dumb cunt bpd bitch is back in the house. And would you look at that... her boyfriend is here. I'm calling the cops tomorrow.
I asked the ex friend who's moved out how I should proceed or if i should get another key made. He said how he has no sway over anything and that I'm moving out in the next couple of days anyways, what does he want me to do.
Yeah let's say I wasn't, faggot? Should I just leave the house without a set of keys because your dumb cunt sister let her boyfriend in again...
I hate this. I don't know if calling the cops on the 4th of Jul will really do anything.
Ready to be done with this.
I recently moved back to a small town I've lived in before, and apart from a few minor discomforts/issues, the joy of this change in my circumstances has been overwhelming. I went to my favorite farmer's market this morning and will be celebrating my own independence from several years of aggro tonight with a steak dinner. Later, one of the local non-profit orgs does fireworks over the water every year on this day, and I'm tentatively planning to attend (if I can stay awake that late). Life still isn't perfect, but it's the little things and I am so, so blessed.
Breddy good.
Spent most of the day with my parents, as usual. The temperature was perfect for me and I had a good walk at the beach with the dogs. Laughed at them being silly and bathing directly in the ocean, because the seas were calm enough to make even my water-shy dog brave enough to dip her feet.
Dad made yummy spareribs with coleslaw and potatoes. I had prepared strawberries, and we watched an episode of a local drama tv show set in the 30's-40's at the beginning of WWII which isn't super high brow but also not very corny. Picked a ton of cherries from the garden that I'll enjoy tomorrow.
I'll try to keep this mood up for tomorrow. Go to the forest if it's not too hot, clean the house a bit.
It’s stupid o clock again. I can’t sleep. I have said something monumentally stupid to someone I care for deeply who is probably never going to speak to me again. I am an idiot. I forgot to eat anything yesterday.
Nothing but doom.
It’s stupid o clock again. I can’t sleep. I have said something monumentally stupid to someone I care for deeply who is probably never going to speak to me again. I am an idiot. I forgot to eat anything yesterday.
Nothing but doom.
Hope folks who are doing/did the 4th of July thing have/had a good day!
As for me, I had a wedding to go to. It was strange. I realized it was my first "adult" wedding outside of attending with my parents as a child or the +1 with my mom in my teens. Fortunately, a few others were there that I knew as the bride and groom started off as customers of a shop I ran and ultimately one picked up a part time gig there. The people I met at that place are amazing and as fucked up as that job was I am grateful.
It was also my first time drinking in over a decade when I took part in the toast. That was wild. Also can't tell you last time I wore makeup or 'shapewear.' Kind of made me do some life reflection, ngl.
Later, one of the local non-profit orgs does fireworks over the water every year on this day, and I'm tentatively planning to attend (if I can stay awake that late).
Bought my niggas 200 dollars in beer and liquor, pulled up to the house like Hank in that one deleted breaking bad scene. Now I'm waiting for my boy to finish grilling the burbgers. Gonna watch the fireworks from his sweet ass patio. NEVER kill yourself.
went to see the fireworks for the first time in a few years. brought earplugs and had a lovely experience despite the screaming children, retarded people, and screaming retarded children using illegal fireworks unsupervised. there were a lot of skeetos on me but i don't even think i got bit.
the bats were all freaking out because of the noise though, felt bad
Ah cheers. I suddenly started sweating and shivering about 3am so it seems the kids have brought me one last school based mystery virus before the holidays. Had a really high fever for a few hours and felt quite mad
I did all the ‘things I must do’ today then I just went back to bed. I feel grim. Seems to be going now, just one of those weird viruses that makes you feel crap for a day or two. At least I’ll be fine for work tomorrow!
I may even have an ice cream later.
There should be a word for sending a kind of gentle but supportive thump on the shoulder in solidarity. Maybe there’s one in German with forty syllables. Or something unpronounceable in Greenlandic
I feel relieved after a short panic. I went to the bus stop and saw this lying in the street:
I thought it was a dog that had been hit by a car and the bastard had driven away and left it. There's a vet just down the road, so I picked it up to take it there. It was cold and heavy so I thought it was dead.
Then I noticed the strings and the plastic bits and realised this was a life size robot dog that, for some reason, had been left lying on the pavement. It weighed as much as a dog too, it's not the sort of thing a kid could absent-mindedly drop out of its pram or anything. Either someone was taking it to the charity shop and couldn't be arsed bringing it home again with them when they realised the shop was shut on a Sunday, or it was a prank. If so, they got me good.
The whole bus queue thought it was hilarious after we realised it wasn't somebody's dead beloved pet.
I'm supposed to go to Waco, Texas on Monday to Friday for work. I found out my dad is pulling the plug on my mom, Monday. She has been on life support since Friday.
I'm in the doghouse with the rest of the family for not dropping everything to see her. I promised to get to the east coast after my job assignment is done and instead of flying West, head East.
It's a bit irritating to hear from siblings that live maybe an two hour's drive away, I'm an asshole for not canceling a major infrastructure commissioning and hopping on a couple of planes and then driving for three hours to visit a hospital on the eastern shore.
Ten years ago, I pretty much pleaded with them not to move so far away from everyone, pointing out that most of us kids won't be able to afford to regularly visit and that services where they were moving to were really hard to get to without driving long distances.
What really irritates me is that I lived on the East up until my company shitcanned all us American engineers so they could just use inbred idiots from India illegally on tourist visas. This would have been so much easier to deal with if I could have found a job where my family is. But every company offered me less than what I fucking started at out of college 15 years ago.
Man... What a day.
So you know the key situation. I asked for a key replacement. That good ol friend of mine just said he told them not to lock the door while I finish up "whatever I'm doing". Didn't think that would work. But also knew calling the cops in the 4th of July would not be smart
I was having a good day. Set up a new phone that works very well. Went back out for an hour. Really excited to get the fuck out of here. Listening to some indie music as I chill and hear the fireworks. Looking forward to the next two days.
So I get back home around midnight. The thing I knew was going to happen did. I bang on the door for a while before realizing this is going to look bad. Call the police, deal with some crabby cunt tell me to call a locksmith and be really ill with me. I have to go to a fucking loud ass rachet diner while I message the guy and tell him the situation, praying he comes by. He does at 4 in the fucking morning when he's getting up.
I'm tired as shit. I message him asking what I should do when this happens again, which it will. Ask for a key... Again.
This fucking loser voice messaged me this morning "Oh well I didn't even know you were still there until the other day and you haven't paid Julys rent (No shit because our lease was ending for the first week of it. I didn't think the place was going to charge for a week there and it was never brought up to me) and you're being entitled asking me to be at your beck and call all the time, my stipulation is if you want a key made you're going to have to pay the 250 for rent AND...
"You still have a PS2 controller I let you borrow and you never gave it back. I'm going to want that back because I take good care of my stuff and then you can have the key for your last day."
He does not have a PS2 by the way.
At first I was being me and trying to engage like this was an actual conversation about how silly that was but then I just started laughing.
He tried to do some more verbal jujitsu on me but I just tell him I know exactly what this is and laughed and said I have brighter pastures ahead and this will be behind me very soon. I'll be just fine. I told me I'll give him his PS2 controller back and laughed.
What a fucking dork. A dork and his bpd sister, her enabler mother, her addict boytoy and the island of misfit fucking toys.
I'm just leaving some stuff behind. I only have so much left in there and I know the second I step outside they're going to pull this shit again.
The only thing stopping me from giving this dude a giant wedgie is the fact that I know this is going to be the rest of these people's lives. I have a life ahead. Mountains sure, but I actually have more looking ahead of me than back. This man (in his fourties) is going to be this for the rest of his life. Id be lying if I said I didn't want life to start shoving pinecones up these people's ass sooner than later.
But honestly, this is just a circus. Getting out and away, I will be just dandy.
Can't believe my life ended up here. Having some faggot I considered my friend try to strongarm a Playstation fucking 2 controller out of me.
It's okay though. Because that's behind me.
Young kiwis posting here, don't be me. Take care of yourself. Love yourself even when it's hard, fuck, almost impossible.
Look forward to the future because you've got one, regardless if you think you do. Remember red flags are usually death flags and you're all a little 'tistic and usually have good hearts so it will be hard to weed that shit out. Get a car, get some money in your pocket, leave places you don't feel fulfilled. Do not fear the future. "Dream beautiful and unusual, wake up like every day new to you." Stay gold. Life is beautiful.
I am going to technically be homeless tomorrow. But I have more love for myself and am more optimistic than ever. I don't have a single soul on my side but I have me. I don't want to die for the first time in my life. I'm going to go see my brother for the first time in a while, see new places, feel that wind on my face. I wish I had only gotten here so much sooner. This is all going to be in the rear view. Already is.
Again young naive kiwis feeling estranged from the world. Stay strong. Stay you. Don't ever let anyone convince you you don't matter. You have so much to get and give from the world. Have yourself and things will somehow, someway start getting brighter.
I love you, fwens.
"You still have a PS2 controller I let you borrow and you never gave it back. I'm going to want that back because I take good care of my stuff and then you can have the key for your last day."