Trouble...
I came home today and our landlord was here... which is never good. He was fixing the door and yelling at Donnie. He was calling him a damn hippie... like that's a bad thing! He told us we have one week to straighten up the apartment and move the extra people out or we're evicted. So, Donnie and I are house-hunting this weekend. In the mean-time, I might get a pre-paid cell phone so that people can keep in touch with us. I don't know. I'm just sick of the drama. It will be nice to be living in a bigger and cheeper place, but I don't want an eviction hanging over my head. I really feel like I've hit rock-bottom. Every time I start to feel like I'm getting backon my feet, something hits me and I'm back in trouble again. I just can't win. To be honest, I think it has something to do with living with boys. I know that sounds weird, but I really believe it. My karma has sucked since Ellie went away, and I think it's because there is no balance in my life. I'm hoping that at least Larry and maybe even Otter decide to move out soon. I can't take much more of this. I can't clean the apartment enough. It never does any good. They're so destructive! I'm also exhausted. Last night, I came home, took a vicodin and went to bed because it was the first day of my period and I was in mucho pain. Hippie said that he's go and get Donnie from work at 2:00am. At 11:00, Hippie and Otter woke me up to tell me that they were drunk and wanted to go to Taco Bell. My choices were a. get up and take them, or b. let one of them drive. So, I got up. I even had to stay up and get Donnie from work. Bear in mind that I had to be up at 7:00 this morning. I'm dropping dead already and I still have another client to see today. Why me? What did I do to deserve this???