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More drama.
I don't know what time it was.. maybe 1 or 2 a.m. But I hear this crazy pounding at the front door. I wake up, cover my head and try to go back to sleep. Whatever it is it has to do with the boy and if I get out of bed I'm gonna be pissed. Well, the knocking continues, then the door opens and I hear someone yelling, "Hello!! Helllllllooo!!! HELLO!!!" I'm half naked, but jump out of bed, wrap a shirt around my waist and scramble into the hallway.
It's the fucking pizza delivery guy.
"PIZZA??? Fucking pizza???!! MARK!!!!"
"Yes. Yes, pizza for Mark."
"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!!!"
No answer. So, holding my shirt around my waist I usher the pizza guy out the door. He's pissed, but I don't care. Why the fuck did he come in anyway when no one answered the door?? Why the fuck was the door unlocked???
So, I check the boy's room. The bathroom. The living room. He's on the couch slumped over. I start shaking him and screaming. No answer. His eyelids don't even flutter. I think to myself, "Is he dead? Has this fucker drank himself to death?" and my next thought is, "God, I hope not. I seriously don't feel like dealing with that right now." I did not even care. I know it's over if you think your loverboy is dead and don't even care. So I start shaking him even harder and screaming louder. He finally looks at me and slurs, "I am wasted". I told him how disgusting he is. How the hell could he order a pizza and then pass out drunk with the front door unlocked. How the hell can he pull shit like that when I need to be up at 5 a.m. so I can go to work? And I tell him about the pizza guy coming in here... and he gets mad at me. Like I shouldn't be upset. I should just laugh this off? "Oh, haha. You silly boy!"
So he gets up and calls the pizza guy going on about how he's gonna kick his ass for coming in the house. Whatever. I go back to bed. And his ass comes in my room half an hour later waking me up again, asking if I want to press charges. WTF??? NO! You fucking idiot! I tell him he needs to get the fuck out because I need to get up early. He really thinks I'm pissed because the pizza guy came in the house. That was not nearly as bothersome as him getting drunk and passing out with the door open. If he wasn't so irresponsible, the whole thing could've been avoided. And of course that makes him mad.. because he should never be held responsible for any of his actions.
I was 45 minutes late for work this morning. Dammit. Just when they start giving me more responsiblity.. they JUST gave me training materials for additional assignments within the department YESTERDAY. And I come in 45 MINUTES late.
Fucking asshole.
He got up around 5 today, took a shower and left to do god knows what. Get drunk some more??
So, I looked at this extended stay motel a few blocks down the street. It's $540.00 less the 14% hotel taxes and probably a key deposit. I'm going to have to decide what things to take... My books are the things I'm most concerned about. My entire Carlos Castaneda collection... Shakti Gaiwan books.... There may be a possibility of me leaving some stuff here to pick up later. But I can't stay here if it's going to continue to affect my ability to get sleep at night, show up to work on time and perform well.
I'll probably stay there for a couple months to save up some money for deposit on another place.
He's such an idiot. His parents wired him money.. most of which got eaten up by bank fees. So he has around $300.00. I was taking a nap afterwork yesterday and he's asking me if I want to go to the grocery store. We didn't have any money last week, so I wrote a check to Safeway before my payday.. he wanted me to do the same thing again, even though he has money. Why does he think I need to spend my money on groceries for both of us?? Especially when I don't even HAVE any?? So then he says, "Well, I'll take you to see Eternal Sunshine, because I know you've been wanting to see that for awhile. If it was my choice we would see HellBoy." Oh, and that's supposed to make everything fine and dandy? Well, here, I'll spend some of my money on a movie for you. Fuck off. Thanks, but no thanks. I'll take myself out to celebrate on finally leaving your ass.
I deserve so much better than this.
In better news, I started taking piano lessons. The guy is really fun. He made it really interesting. And he was willing to work with my budget, too.
My keyboard, my books and some clothes. Hopefully I can get a room on Monday. The boy has practice that night. So, he'll probably sleep until 4p.m. I really don't want to leave any things here.
I don't know what time it was.. maybe 1 or 2 a.m. But I hear this crazy pounding at the front door. I wake up, cover my head and try to go back to sleep. Whatever it is it has to do with the boy and if I get out of bed I'm gonna be pissed. Well, the knocking continues, then the door opens and I hear someone yelling, "Hello!! Helllllllooo!!! HELLO!!!" I'm half naked, but jump out of bed, wrap a shirt around my waist and scramble into the hallway.
It's the fucking pizza delivery guy.
"PIZZA??? Fucking pizza???!! MARK!!!!"
"Yes. Yes, pizza for Mark."
"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!!!"
No answer. So, holding my shirt around my waist I usher the pizza guy out the door. He's pissed, but I don't care. Why the fuck did he come in anyway when no one answered the door?? Why the fuck was the door unlocked???
So, I check the boy's room. The bathroom. The living room. He's on the couch slumped over. I start shaking him and screaming. No answer. His eyelids don't even flutter. I think to myself, "Is he dead? Has this fucker drank himself to death?" and my next thought is, "God, I hope not. I seriously don't feel like dealing with that right now." I did not even care. I know it's over if you think your loverboy is dead and don't even care. So I start shaking him even harder and screaming louder. He finally looks at me and slurs, "I am wasted". I told him how disgusting he is. How the hell could he order a pizza and then pass out drunk with the front door unlocked. How the hell can he pull shit like that when I need to be up at 5 a.m. so I can go to work? And I tell him about the pizza guy coming in here... and he gets mad at me. Like I shouldn't be upset. I should just laugh this off? "Oh, haha. You silly boy!"
So he gets up and calls the pizza guy going on about how he's gonna kick his ass for coming in the house. Whatever. I go back to bed. And his ass comes in my room half an hour later waking me up again, asking if I want to press charges. WTF??? NO! You fucking idiot! I tell him he needs to get the fuck out because I need to get up early. He really thinks I'm pissed because the pizza guy came in the house. That was not nearly as bothersome as him getting drunk and passing out with the door open. If he wasn't so irresponsible, the whole thing could've been avoided. And of course that makes him mad.. because he should never be held responsible for any of his actions.
I was 45 minutes late for work this morning. Dammit. Just when they start giving me more responsiblity.. they JUST gave me training materials for additional assignments within the department YESTERDAY. And I come in 45 MINUTES late.
Fucking asshole.
He got up around 5 today, took a shower and left to do god knows what. Get drunk some more??
So, I looked at this extended stay motel a few blocks down the street. It's $540.00 less the 14% hotel taxes and probably a key deposit. I'm going to have to decide what things to take... My books are the things I'm most concerned about. My entire Carlos Castaneda collection... Shakti Gaiwan books.... There may be a possibility of me leaving some stuff here to pick up later. But I can't stay here if it's going to continue to affect my ability to get sleep at night, show up to work on time and perform well.
I'll probably stay there for a couple months to save up some money for deposit on another place.
He's such an idiot. His parents wired him money.. most of which got eaten up by bank fees. So he has around $300.00. I was taking a nap afterwork yesterday and he's asking me if I want to go to the grocery store. We didn't have any money last week, so I wrote a check to Safeway before my payday.. he wanted me to do the same thing again, even though he has money. Why does he think I need to spend my money on groceries for both of us?? Especially when I don't even HAVE any?? So then he says, "Well, I'll take you to see Eternal Sunshine, because I know you've been wanting to see that for awhile. If it was my choice we would see HellBoy." Oh, and that's supposed to make everything fine and dandy? Well, here, I'll spend some of my money on a movie for you. Fuck off. Thanks, but no thanks. I'll take myself out to celebrate on finally leaving your ass.
I deserve so much better than this.
In better news, I started taking piano lessons. The guy is really fun. He made it really interesting. And he was willing to work with my budget, too.
My keyboard, my books and some clothes. Hopefully I can get a room on Monday. The boy has practice that night. So, he'll probably sleep until 4p.m. I really don't want to leave any things here.