ganked from my ROBIN!!!
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denelian1. What’s the first word that comes to mind when you think of me?
2. Go to http://images.google.com and search for that word.
3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results (don’t tell me the word).
- you can use [img src="name of web address here"] but with <> instead of []
4. Put this in your own blog so that I can do the same.
i have never been as close to picking up and moving back to california.
okay. not really going to leave the state, or even c-bus. but i WAS ready to pick up and fucking WALK OUT OF MY HOUSE AND NEVER COME BACK.
here are the reasons.
1)i am the only one who paid rent for the month - last month, i paid the rest of the rent due, which forwarded to this month, and i owe NOTHING!!! until July. but NONE of this months rent has been paid to Jimmy (the landlord)
2) Jess (the other ADULT in my hosue, thank you very much) is about a centimeter away from a nervous breakdown... which is badbadbad, as she is the one who covers rent for EVERYONE in the house but me.
3) EVERYONE has a job now. yay. but apparently this means that no one has to clean. Lance has been supposed to clean house for the past fucking ten months, because he had no job. and let me tell you, liz is never happy to clean off a table (mine, by the way) and discover that someone spilt some sort of soda on it, OVER TWO MONTHS AGO, that has turned to goo. i know that it was that long ago, because there was mail from that long ago GLUED into it, ON TOP, where some dumbfuck had set mail in the soda.
4)i am somehow the enemy in my house. i ask rachel if she is doing the dishes as it is her turn, she becomes hysterical. i ask lance to walk the dog, his turn at his job, he throws a fit (and the dog. that was pleasant, let me tell you, the fight about the dog) i ask joe to please take his pants out of the living room, and he throws a fit because my backpack is sitting next to the computer in the computer room, so why cant his (filthy stinking mudcovered) pants be on the couch? they all three yell at me, and act like rebellious teenagers (which they are, come to think of it, just allowed to vote which SCARES me)
5) so i blew up. i cleaned the ENTIRE living room, goo and all. but one of the cats (don't ask me how) decided he didnt want to walk to the liter box and shit on the back of my couch. i told rachel, and asked her to clean it - as the cats are hers and Jess', NOT MINE, and part of the deal of living with the cats is that i am not responsible (its the same deal with the dog, NOT MINE). OH HOLY CHRIST did she yell and scream and throw a fit. so pete dragged me away, and i calmed down.
then i came back down, and had a talk. i explained that i am not the enemy, that the reason the bills are so far behind is that the only one who pays anything most of the time is me (Not counting Jess, she covers all that i don't) and that five people are that much more expensive than two and that she has been supporting them and then need to BACK THE FUCK OFF and just clean what they have been asked to clean - that lance had NEVER kept up the house, a job does not absolve him, and if they don't grow up i will leave. because i am DAMNED sick and tired of being treated like a POW when none of them are even on the lease. i am tired of having to be a bitch to get a simple question answered. i am tired of cleaning up disgusting things that have been left for months because these children are too fucking lazy to wipe it up. i get lazy, i do, but they take first in it. so knock it off or i move out.
which screws everyone, even me, as my name is on the lease. but it screws them more than me, as Jess can go back to her parents, but they don't want rachel.
they actually shut up and listened.
and did some housework too.
but this canNOT continue. either they will grow the fuck up or i will do my best to convicne jess to kick them out and get a new roommate or two, i owe my dad 350 for keeping the power on (as i had already paid 300 to keep the gas on) and we can no longer afford to support them.
and i just needed to rant. and i need money, but who doesn't?
in other things, anyone know anyone who wants to buy white wolf books??? i really do need the money ;)
2. Go to http://images.google.com and search for that word.
3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results (don’t tell me the word).
- you can use [img src="name of web address here"] but with <> instead of []
4. Put this in your own blog so that I can do the same.
i have never been as close to picking up and moving back to california.
okay. not really going to leave the state, or even c-bus. but i WAS ready to pick up and fucking WALK OUT OF MY HOUSE AND NEVER COME BACK.
here are the reasons.
1)i am the only one who paid rent for the month - last month, i paid the rest of the rent due, which forwarded to this month, and i owe NOTHING!!! until July. but NONE of this months rent has been paid to Jimmy (the landlord)
2) Jess (the other ADULT in my hosue, thank you very much) is about a centimeter away from a nervous breakdown... which is badbadbad, as she is the one who covers rent for EVERYONE in the house but me.
3) EVERYONE has a job now. yay. but apparently this means that no one has to clean. Lance has been supposed to clean house for the past fucking ten months, because he had no job. and let me tell you, liz is never happy to clean off a table (mine, by the way) and discover that someone spilt some sort of soda on it, OVER TWO MONTHS AGO, that has turned to goo. i know that it was that long ago, because there was mail from that long ago GLUED into it, ON TOP, where some dumbfuck had set mail in the soda.
4)i am somehow the enemy in my house. i ask rachel if she is doing the dishes as it is her turn, she becomes hysterical. i ask lance to walk the dog, his turn at his job, he throws a fit (and the dog. that was pleasant, let me tell you, the fight about the dog) i ask joe to please take his pants out of the living room, and he throws a fit because my backpack is sitting next to the computer in the computer room, so why cant his (filthy stinking mudcovered) pants be on the couch? they all three yell at me, and act like rebellious teenagers (which they are, come to think of it, just allowed to vote which SCARES me)
5) so i blew up. i cleaned the ENTIRE living room, goo and all. but one of the cats (don't ask me how) decided he didnt want to walk to the liter box and shit on the back of my couch. i told rachel, and asked her to clean it - as the cats are hers and Jess', NOT MINE, and part of the deal of living with the cats is that i am not responsible (its the same deal with the dog, NOT MINE). OH HOLY CHRIST did she yell and scream and throw a fit. so pete dragged me away, and i calmed down.
then i came back down, and had a talk. i explained that i am not the enemy, that the reason the bills are so far behind is that the only one who pays anything most of the time is me (Not counting Jess, she covers all that i don't) and that five people are that much more expensive than two and that she has been supporting them and then need to BACK THE FUCK OFF and just clean what they have been asked to clean - that lance had NEVER kept up the house, a job does not absolve him, and if they don't grow up i will leave. because i am DAMNED sick and tired of being treated like a POW when none of them are even on the lease. i am tired of having to be a bitch to get a simple question answered. i am tired of cleaning up disgusting things that have been left for months because these children are too fucking lazy to wipe it up. i get lazy, i do, but they take first in it. so knock it off or i move out.
which screws everyone, even me, as my name is on the lease. but it screws them more than me, as Jess can go back to her parents, but they don't want rachel.
they actually shut up and listened.
and did some housework too.
but this canNOT continue. either they will grow the fuck up or i will do my best to convicne jess to kick them out and get a new roommate or two, i owe my dad 350 for keeping the power on (as i had already paid 300 to keep the gas on) and we can no longer afford to support them.
and i just needed to rant. and i need money, but who doesn't?
in other things, anyone know anyone who wants to buy white wolf books??? i really do need the money ;)
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Date: 2005-06-10 01:06 am (UTC)Just relax, take a breath. Wheigh your options. Choose what is best for LIZ!
If the best is hard to do, that is what your friends are for. We'll help you thrughe it.
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Date: 2005-06-10 12:00 pm (UTC)As for selling books ... go ahead and post a list of ones you are willing to part with and we can see what kind of deals can be made. Wolf is back online Monday and I know he has a few he needs to replace, too. That way if all else fails, when you get back into money you can just buy them back. :)
and BTW
Date: 2005-06-10 12:08 pm (UTC)it was this or the pic of the pope. I guess that's what happens when you image search for "All Must Love Mercy." :)
Re: and BTW
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Date: 2005-06-10 04:45 pm (UTC)you know unfortunately I am super broke so I can't buy any books but if you give me a general time you are going to be around I can swing by and get my Scarred Lands books and my Lego Pirate Ship. It's less clutter around your place at least.
christopherboll@hotmail.com
Miss ya lots.
Chris
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From:get this damn thing to work ...
Date: 2005-06-10 11:02 pm (UTC)Re: get this damn thing to work ...
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Date: 2005-06-11 05:27 pm (UTC)Re: heh...
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