fuck him up his fucking lazy stoner ass dry till he bleeds and dies of internal haemoraghing.
oh wow. total stress about layton and getting our bond back.
heres the deal.
over six weeks ago: we told layton we are moving.
three weeks to go: i start packing. pae is stressed about moving and goign OS but we work stuff out.
two weeks to go: pae starts to pack, and moves out taking fridge and all furniture with her. Then i move out the day after. Then pae and i clean everything.
One week to go: last things now, pae and i make crazy runs to lifeline and pink bins in the middle of the night, final hard core cleaning. Layton is too stoned to have realised its time to MOVE! So we turn off the gas. *fuckya*
6 days: friday: layton tells us today he will get the lawns mowed and move out.
5 days: sat: grass still growing. house still full of his shit. and whats more, he is messing up the kitchen and bathroom.
4 days: sunday: see above
3 days: monday: see above
2 days: tuesday: see above. i call him but he pretends he isnt around. you know how you can tell when halfway thru you get diverted? idiot. so i message him telling him keys to be handed in on weds am. and to leave his fowarding address with realestate. and that if his room or the lawn is the reason we dont get all our bond back pae and i wont be the ones copping it. he calls me back, says im a dog and that i cant fuck with him, he is powerful. he says dog, dog he says. i will mow the lawn tonight dog. i think- i have your bond fucko. eat shit and die. but tell him all will be ok, he just has to mow the fucking lawn.
today: keys to be handed back in. realisation that pae has her keys OS somewhere so i go get another cut. go to house to do final sweep and hope like hell the lawns are done and his shit is out. should have known better than to rely on a stoner.
the end.
PS: i am not a merciful person when it comes to money. so if i dont get my bond back he is the one losing the cash (unless its something i have done of course) oh, and i hope he dies. like all other stoners i know.
heres the deal.
over six weeks ago: we told layton we are moving.
three weeks to go: i start packing. pae is stressed about moving and goign OS but we work stuff out.
two weeks to go: pae starts to pack, and moves out taking fridge and all furniture with her. Then i move out the day after. Then pae and i clean everything.
One week to go: last things now, pae and i make crazy runs to lifeline and pink bins in the middle of the night, final hard core cleaning. Layton is too stoned to have realised its time to MOVE! So we turn off the gas. *fuckya*
6 days: friday: layton tells us today he will get the lawns mowed and move out.
5 days: sat: grass still growing. house still full of his shit. and whats more, he is messing up the kitchen and bathroom.
4 days: sunday: see above
3 days: monday: see above
2 days: tuesday: see above. i call him but he pretends he isnt around. you know how you can tell when halfway thru you get diverted? idiot. so i message him telling him keys to be handed in on weds am. and to leave his fowarding address with realestate. and that if his room or the lawn is the reason we dont get all our bond back pae and i wont be the ones copping it. he calls me back, says im a dog and that i cant fuck with him, he is powerful. he says dog, dog he says. i will mow the lawn tonight dog. i think- i have your bond fucko. eat shit and die. but tell him all will be ok, he just has to mow the fucking lawn.
today: keys to be handed back in. realisation that pae has her keys OS somewhere so i go get another cut. go to house to do final sweep and hope like hell the lawns are done and his shit is out. should have known better than to rely on a stoner.
the end.
PS: i am not a merciful person when it comes to money. so if i dont get my bond back he is the one losing the cash (unless its something i have done of course) oh, and i hope he dies. like all other stoners i know.