This past week...
Ok...so this past week, has been...well a rollercoaster mostly on a downward spiral.
MONDAY MORNING: So i find out my parents got thier house that they bidded on in Alabama only a few miles away from my aunt and grandmas houses. Theyre on a golf course by a lake and shit. Whatever. It just confirms that i need to find a place for sure and soon. Theyre leaving like july 1st or something. Basically the day after my dad retires.
MONDAY NIGHT: I also find out that my "roommate" Mike, well basically bailed on me. He's not going to be getting an apartment with me. Figures. Some people are sketchy like that. So once again shit happens. Except some people still act like theyre in jr. high and he asked my boyfriend to tell me that he couldnt get the apartment with me anymore. COME ON!! Are you serious?! People still do that shit? Guess so. So i called him, he danced around the subject and finally came out and told me he wasnt doing it anymore. Fine...whatever. So that just made my night right there, which forces me to get my own place alone somewhere, that i can afford. So im still looking for a roommate if anyone is interested lemme know. So i havent been in much of a mood to hang out with mike lately because of that. So oh well.
TUESDAY: I find out my parents are putting the house up for sale and shit so mom tells me shes giving my cat to this fuckin pyscho bitch chic who i think is engaged to my half brother now...i dont like her at all! I hate her as a matter of fact. What did i keep saying to my mom?? "Shes going to fucking kill my cat!" So i cried when my cat left because she was crying cause she didnt want to go.
WEDNESDAY: I was still pissed at my mom for giving my cat away.
THURSDAY: Woke up early for work at 6...i came home for lunch and i guess we were having an open house for people to walk through and look at the place. Except i didnt know that, so i got yelled at later on for coming home while that was happening. I came home at 4...and waited for chris to call me so i could go out on such a nice day...around 6 or something my dad calls me and says...."So have you talked to ur mom yet?" And im like about what? He goes..."Well ur cat wasnt doing good at the pyscho bitches house and wasnt moving and just layed her head in the water bowl. So we took her to the vet and they said she was really sick...it would cost $3000 to keep her alive and give her shots everyday...so they had 2 choices...keep her alive or kill her." AND THEY FUCKING KILLED MY CAT!!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW PISSED I AM....RIGHT NOW IM NOT TALKING TO EITHER ONE OF MY PARENTS AND IM NEVER SEEING THAT FUCKING BITCH WHO TOOK MY CAT EVER AGAIN! CAUSE MY CAT WAS DOING FINE HERE...LIKE A NORMAL FUCKING CAT. NOW SHES FUCKING DEAD!!! I DIDNT EVEN GET TO SAY GOODBYE! WHAT THE FUCK?! SO BASICALLY IM PISSED AND SAD AND I WANT MY CAT BACK...I CANT EVEN TYPE THIS WITHOUT CRYING ABOUT IT!!! FUCKING A!
FRIDAY: I wake up for work like normal. Get breakfast and shit and then i start getting yelled at cause there are people coming over to look at the house again. So my room needed to basically look like nobody lived in there...so i cleaned it up a bit and my mom starts bitching at me because its not how she left it...so she said if u cant make ur room look like i make it every morning then you dont deserve to live here. Then i yelled at her for not telling me about my cat and she fucking goes off saying how i should be happy its dead cause i didnt care about it or take care of it. And shes better off being dead basically. And all this shit, which of course makes me cry. Duh...my cat just died. SO FUCK HER and FUCK THE BITCH WHO KILLED HER!
SO HOWS THAT FOR 5 DAYS OF HELL? ANYONE GOT ANYTHING TO BEAT THAT? I DOUBT IT.