You can trip on my synthesizer
My heads still spinning from all this shit. Only 20 days in Oregon and I've secured a job and a really nice apartment. Better than anything I've ever lived in I'll tell you that much. I'm gonna be working at a little place known as Burgerville, where the Tillamook cheese is plenty and the Chocolate Hazelnut shakes flow like wine. yes it's a fast food joint. yes it's a bit of a "downgrade" shall we call it, but its a fuckin job, and a pretty laid back one too. Just something to get me by till I start looking into schools, possibly of the broadcast variety.
Hell I'll just be glad to finally feel truly independent in a whole new city with roommates that actualy care for people other than themselves, thank fucking god. The fuckhead Wayne just tried to screw Soph and I out of $100 of our security deposit by claiming we "stole" his sauce pan and his video games. He sends Soph an Email "decreeing" the expenses are our responsiblity and will be automaticly billed from our returning deposit, leaving us paying HIM $5. First off, don't you have to be a fucking LAND LORD to make those decisions?? Further more, assuming I did "steal" these items, charges for said items have nothing to do with the fucking cleaning deposit. And isn't it just common courtesy to call the person your accusing and ASK if mabey we had these items befor assuming we'll just blindly pay for them?? Wayne cares for no one but himself and is a prime example of "Old Dog" mentality. We took care of it though and yes we accidentally packed his pan with our stuff and it's on it's way back to the paranoid hands of one Wayne Traver. Your pan is safe, you can stop sobbing now Wayne.
So Fuck You Wayne and James. I made it, even through all your negative comments and hopeless ideals of the future. I have a humble job, a great place, awsome friends that helped get me to where I am, and a realistic outlook on the future. All in under a month in Oregon. Wayne and James said it would be a miserable endeavor and tried to make us feel like we couldn't handle ourselves in this "scary real world", but I did. Now Im happy, and I don't have to molest 17 year old girls to validate my contentment in life (if you know Wayne or James, you know what I mean). I'm so fucking glad I'm out of there.
Hell I'll just be glad to finally feel truly independent in a whole new city with roommates that actualy care for people other than themselves, thank fucking god. The fuckhead Wayne just tried to screw Soph and I out of $100 of our security deposit by claiming we "stole" his sauce pan and his video games. He sends Soph an Email "decreeing" the expenses are our responsiblity and will be automaticly billed from our returning deposit, leaving us paying HIM $5. First off, don't you have to be a fucking LAND LORD to make those decisions?? Further more, assuming I did "steal" these items, charges for said items have nothing to do with the fucking cleaning deposit. And isn't it just common courtesy to call the person your accusing and ASK if mabey we had these items befor assuming we'll just blindly pay for them?? Wayne cares for no one but himself and is a prime example of "Old Dog" mentality. We took care of it though and yes we accidentally packed his pan with our stuff and it's on it's way back to the paranoid hands of one Wayne Traver. Your pan is safe, you can stop sobbing now Wayne.
So Fuck You Wayne and James. I made it, even through all your negative comments and hopeless ideals of the future. I have a humble job, a great place, awsome friends that helped get me to where I am, and a realistic outlook on the future. All in under a month in Oregon. Wayne and James said it would be a miserable endeavor and tried to make us feel like we couldn't handle ourselves in this "scary real world", but I did. Now Im happy, and I don't have to molest 17 year old girls to validate my contentment in life (if you know Wayne or James, you know what I mean). I'm so fucking glad I'm out of there.