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After only 8 months of living in my apartment, I'm moving out.
The roommates have become so horrible that I can't even sleep there. A week ago I was driven out at 2 in the morning and have not slept there since. I've been staying at my parent's house where I plan on fully moving back to as soon as possible.
I don't know how I got myself into this mess. I don't know what I did and there's nothing I can do to make it worth living there. It's so horribly depressing. This whole thing is really eating me up.
I've been making trips there during the day to collect my things and slowly transition to my parents' and every time I go I feel like dying just a little more. I went back today and the house is TRASHED. Apparently they threw a New Year's party because the place looks awful. I can't believe that my once beautiful apartment has become this raging festering shitstorm.
I plan on screwing these girls over so bad for what they've done to me.
About 90% of the furniture and things in the house belong to me. Even though I don't plan on keeping most of it when I move, it's all leaving with me. Some furniture that I won't keep will probably end up at the Salvation Army or Goodwill. Unless any of y'all want some of it. I've got a coffee table that could probably look pretty good with a coat of paint and two vintage velvet rocking chairs, one has a hole in the back and is pretty stained but they're super comfortable and could probably look terrific if re-upholstered.
All of the kitchen supplies, with the exception of the microwave, are mine. This includes food, bakeware, table settings, and glasses. Everything down to the salt and pepper is mine.
The utilities are in my name. Neither of the girls have a checking account, which means neither has any credit history. The utilities are getting cut off ASAP and I'd love to see them squirm while they're dealing with the excrutiatingly difficult process I had to go through when we first moved in. It took me two weeks to get the electric in my name, and I was pretty much calling them everyday.
And the final kicker...the $900 security deposit we put down at the beginning of the lease is in my name. So when the lease runs out, assuming they haven't destroyed the apartment by then, I will get back all the money. Ooh how sweet that will be.
It's tough living with my parents but it will be good for me. They've helped me out a great deal with this whole mess and I don't know what I would have done without them. Once the lease is finally up in May, I'll start looking for a new apartment. I plan on living alone this time. I'm never making the mistake again of living with girls.
In other news, Kenny and I are done and Jack has a girlfriend. But on a lighter note, I had the most amazing New Year's night with my best friends. I hope everyone else is starting out the new year in better shape than I am.
The roommates have become so horrible that I can't even sleep there. A week ago I was driven out at 2 in the morning and have not slept there since. I've been staying at my parent's house where I plan on fully moving back to as soon as possible.
I don't know how I got myself into this mess. I don't know what I did and there's nothing I can do to make it worth living there. It's so horribly depressing. This whole thing is really eating me up.
I've been making trips there during the day to collect my things and slowly transition to my parents' and every time I go I feel like dying just a little more. I went back today and the house is TRASHED. Apparently they threw a New Year's party because the place looks awful. I can't believe that my once beautiful apartment has become this raging festering shitstorm.
I plan on screwing these girls over so bad for what they've done to me.
About 90% of the furniture and things in the house belong to me. Even though I don't plan on keeping most of it when I move, it's all leaving with me. Some furniture that I won't keep will probably end up at the Salvation Army or Goodwill. Unless any of y'all want some of it. I've got a coffee table that could probably look pretty good with a coat of paint and two vintage velvet rocking chairs, one has a hole in the back and is pretty stained but they're super comfortable and could probably look terrific if re-upholstered.
All of the kitchen supplies, with the exception of the microwave, are mine. This includes food, bakeware, table settings, and glasses. Everything down to the salt and pepper is mine.
The utilities are in my name. Neither of the girls have a checking account, which means neither has any credit history. The utilities are getting cut off ASAP and I'd love to see them squirm while they're dealing with the excrutiatingly difficult process I had to go through when we first moved in. It took me two weeks to get the electric in my name, and I was pretty much calling them everyday.
And the final kicker...the $900 security deposit we put down at the beginning of the lease is in my name. So when the lease runs out, assuming they haven't destroyed the apartment by then, I will get back all the money. Ooh how sweet that will be.
It's tough living with my parents but it will be good for me. They've helped me out a great deal with this whole mess and I don't know what I would have done without them. Once the lease is finally up in May, I'll start looking for a new apartment. I plan on living alone this time. I'm never making the mistake again of living with girls.
In other news, Kenny and I are done and Jack has a girlfriend. But on a lighter note, I had the most amazing New Year's night with my best friends. I hope everyone else is starting out the new year in better shape than I am.