My roommates are kicking me and Ray out. They bought a dog, and feel that their want to have a dog is more important than my need to breathe. They've even started bringing it into the house already, and want to know why we can't "compromise" on this. I'm sorry, I'm not risking my health on a goddamn compromise for a house I don't like when I don't even have a real fucking bedroom in this house!
Ray and I are kinda freaking, just because we aren't sure where we're going just yet. We're also both pissed off, but we'll be okay. Both our parents have offered monetary support if we need it (it's hard to find one bedroom apartments around here, but also hard to find a third roommate mid-semester). We'll figure it out.
I'm also upset because roommate a., who is really the only one causing the problem, used this as an excuse to tell me I'm a horrible person who treats her like shit, even though all the problems she mentioned were things where if she'd just SAID SOMETHING, problem would have been solved. Like, "hey it's your turn to clean the bathroom" or "hey, I don't appreciate leaving notes, please talk to me face to face instead."
Whatever.
On a more positive note, Step On A Crack opened last night and I am SO GLAD I'm done with it! I might change one or two things on the set this evening, but really I'm done. Ray's glad too, because now I get a life again. :D
Also,
leave me your address! I seriously love giving presents, so let me send you something! <33