Accepting applications for a posse to kick certain asses
So Jonathon finally moved out, well sort of, his stuff is still here and he still owes me $1050. He typed Eli and I a letter, if you can call it that, there were so many grammer and spelling errors I could barely read it and he forgot to sign it AND he gave us both form letters ... FORM LETTERS!!! So yesterday SCE&G shut off our power because ofcourse Jonathon hadn't been paying the bills. So I decide to take a shower, because I couldn't eat breakfast because there is no electricity or gas and I didnt want to open the fridge for fear of the inevitable that all my yummy tastey expensive food would go bad, and I go into my room walking on the hardwood floor as myself being as dry as can be and I step in a big pool of cold water, my fridge melted. (how is that for a runon sentence) So I remembered I had an oil lamp that I could use in my dark room but it was not bright enough for doing homework and the wind was going crazy so it sounded like people were trying to break into all four windows of my room and all the windows in the house. I went on a long quest to find a 9V battery for my alarm clock so that I could wake up in the morning and it turns out that the battery will only run the radio and not the actual clock or alarm. That same day I called the police to file a police report and he tells me that it is going to be a Breach of Trust and a detective calls me later and after I spend a half hour talking with her and being really late for logic she tells me that it is not a felony after all and not even a crime but it is a civil suite, so now I have to spend money to take him to court, a minimum of $80 and it is going to take forever to get my money back. It was for things like this that they invented the mafia. So after my 9-9 no break day Eli calls me and tells me that they still haven't turned the power back on even though they were supposed to do it this morning. So now I am sure all my food is bad and I cannot eat or see and its going to be cold, though I am not sure our heat works anyway. So I am going to be transposing Claude Debussy's Petite Suits by candle and oil light tonight. I am done typing there is much more going on and it is all very frustrating and making me think that I must have been a complete douchbag in a past life.