[[ le sigh ]]
Wow, it's been an interesting couple of days. So, I was served last week. Capital One has finally had enough of not getting any money from me, so they are taking me to court over it. Fanfuckingtastic, I tell ya!
Jason moved his 18-year-old girlfriend in and is only giving us an extra $50 per paycheck. It's total bullshit, considering how much Joe and I have to pay to even barely scrape by, and he gets off on paying us $300 a month. I've had to take my body wash out of the shower because that little heifer was using it all up. Oh hell NO, she is not gonna be using my expensive stuff! I put the bottle of Softsoap gel in there instead. She actually came out smelling like Jason's Irish Spring body was last night. Do I care that she'd rather smell like a man? No. I don't want her using my shit anyway.
Hayden spent the night last night. I told Joe that I wanted to just sleep on the couch because I can't sleep with the kid in the bed with us. Joe wouldn't have any of it, so I crawled in the bed and attempted in vain to catch some shut-eye before I had to wake up and get ready for work. Let me tell ya, folks, having all of a half an hour's worth of sleep between 10pm and 430am is not fun at all and it damn sure doesn't make this lady a nice person to spend 8 hours at work with.
So Joe and Hayden walked outside on the balcony this morning while I put my socks and shoes on and Joe peeked back in and goes, "Um, eww. Look straight ahead when you come outside. Whatever you do, don't look down." I asked and he wouldn't give me anything other than that... and of course, I looked down when I walked outside. It seems that our furry little feline friend decided to reciprocate our generosity by leaving the remains of his feathery midnight snack on our welcome mat! Apparently he spent the day grazing on it, because there was nothing but a beak, the feet, and some feathers left when I got home a little after 2 this afternoon.
Anywho, I think it's bedtime for me. I'm running on fumes as it is. Sorry for the lack of the LJ-cut, but it's not like anyone actually reads this anyway.
Jason moved his 18-year-old girlfriend in and is only giving us an extra $50 per paycheck. It's total bullshit, considering how much Joe and I have to pay to even barely scrape by, and he gets off on paying us $300 a month. I've had to take my body wash out of the shower because that little heifer was using it all up. Oh hell NO, she is not gonna be using my expensive stuff! I put the bottle of Softsoap gel in there instead. She actually came out smelling like Jason's Irish Spring body was last night. Do I care that she'd rather smell like a man? No. I don't want her using my shit anyway.
Hayden spent the night last night. I told Joe that I wanted to just sleep on the couch because I can't sleep with the kid in the bed with us. Joe wouldn't have any of it, so I crawled in the bed and attempted in vain to catch some shut-eye before I had to wake up and get ready for work. Let me tell ya, folks, having all of a half an hour's worth of sleep between 10pm and 430am is not fun at all and it damn sure doesn't make this lady a nice person to spend 8 hours at work with.
So Joe and Hayden walked outside on the balcony this morning while I put my socks and shoes on and Joe peeked back in and goes, "Um, eww. Look straight ahead when you come outside. Whatever you do, don't look down." I asked and he wouldn't give me anything other than that... and of course, I looked down when I walked outside. It seems that our furry little feline friend decided to reciprocate our generosity by leaving the remains of his feathery midnight snack on our welcome mat! Apparently he spent the day grazing on it, because there was nothing but a beak, the feet, and some feathers left when I got home a little after 2 this afternoon.
Anywho, I think it's bedtime for me. I'm running on fumes as it is. Sorry for the lack of the LJ-cut, but it's not like anyone actually reads this anyway.