*growls*
So at one in the morning last night, I get a text from my mother telling me that she's throwing me out of the house, for neglecting to call her the night before when I stayed at Greg's. My phone died, mind, and I had no idea what the fuck her number was.
So I call her after I got that text, we fight, and my father is tired and just wants the psycho bitch to shut the fuck up, so he tells me not to come home. She PRETENDED TO BE MY FATHER and texted me saying that "u treat ur mother like shit u need 2 get ur shit together well get restrain order if u dont leave 2nite"
.....
Mind you, the cunt also tried to file a missing person's report on me, barely five hours before this.
So after the WORST night of my life (staying over boyfriend's best friend's house because I had nowhere to go, boyfriend's best friend telling me to cheat on Greg with him, me getting creeped out and not sleeping, really starting to think that I have no guy friends because it seems like they all want to get in my pants in situations like these) I come home to get my shit and she's crying. I get the "I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH we didn't really WANT you to go, we JUST WANT you to FOLLOW THE RULES" speech, hem, BULL. SHIT.)
I just ignored her, and went to go look at the apartment I've been trying to get into for the past week or so. I met the landlord, signed the lease, worked out an agreement with him regarding paying the security deposit in incriments, bam, Ashe has her own place, finally, and is moving in on Wednesday. It's not glamourous by any stretch of the imagination, no kitchen or bathroom, but it'll definitely suffice. It's not TINY, like I have my own closet and there are HUGE windows so the room is really nicely lit. I'm wicked excited to move in. My landlord is really flexible with money...my friend from work who was kind enough to tell me about the opening was explaining to me about how she showed up WITH HER BAGS and he let her move in that night. So I'm good, I just really need to concentrate on packing and stuff for the next few days.
Greg promised me a nice day for just the two of us tomorrow, so I'm very excited about that. I expect next week will be very stressful for me, so if I turn into a dragon lady, I apologize in advance.
Cigarette. Now.
So I call her after I got that text, we fight, and my father is tired and just wants the psycho bitch to shut the fuck up, so he tells me not to come home. She PRETENDED TO BE MY FATHER and texted me saying that "u treat ur mother like shit u need 2 get ur shit together well get restrain order if u dont leave 2nite"
.....
Mind you, the cunt also tried to file a missing person's report on me, barely five hours before this.
So after the WORST night of my life (staying over boyfriend's best friend's house because I had nowhere to go, boyfriend's best friend telling me to cheat on Greg with him, me getting creeped out and not sleeping, really starting to think that I have no guy friends because it seems like they all want to get in my pants in situations like these) I come home to get my shit and she's crying. I get the "I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH we didn't really WANT you to go, we JUST WANT you to FOLLOW THE RULES" speech, hem, BULL. SHIT.)
I just ignored her, and went to go look at the apartment I've been trying to get into for the past week or so. I met the landlord, signed the lease, worked out an agreement with him regarding paying the security deposit in incriments, bam, Ashe has her own place, finally, and is moving in on Wednesday. It's not glamourous by any stretch of the imagination, no kitchen or bathroom, but it'll definitely suffice. It's not TINY, like I have my own closet and there are HUGE windows so the room is really nicely lit. I'm wicked excited to move in. My landlord is really flexible with money...my friend from work who was kind enough to tell me about the opening was explaining to me about how she showed up WITH HER BAGS and he let her move in that night. So I'm good, I just really need to concentrate on packing and stuff for the next few days.
Greg promised me a nice day for just the two of us tomorrow, so I'm very excited about that. I expect next week will be very stressful for me, so if I turn into a dragon lady, I apologize in advance.
Cigarette. Now.