PSYCHO
Ok, so I know I just started back with this journal thing after like a year...and I also know that I just added an entry like 2 hours ago (or somewhere along those lines) but I DID mention that this would be my new "thought reflection" area. Ok, I've lived with a lot of people. I've only had one bad experience. But, HOLY HELL!!! I'M GOING IN-FUCKING-SANE. My roommate is a bi-polar, selfish, uncompassionate, stubborn, LOUD, annoying, and down-right MEAN!! I think she needs to be heavily medicated, maybe even institutionalized. I know I'm not the easiest person to live with. Hell, I know my other roommate isn't easy to live with either. FUCK, I know the bitch's on again, off again fiance is definitely not easy to be around either! But I mean, come on. Deal with your frustration and anger in a different manner. I don't know if she believes that yelling, putting people down, physically hurting someone, emotionally hurting someone, making someone feel uncomfortable, and totally disregarding the feelings of others is really going to get her what she wants, but she continues with these same behaviors every time something goes differently than what SHE feels is the "right" way. I know that to some, hearing someone bitch about their roommate is pretty uninteresting and pretty normal, but let me tell you ladies and gentlemen...THIS SHIT AIN'T NORMAL. For example, today...(which is why I decided to rant about this topic)...no, no, I'll go back to Friday to paint a more vivid picture. Friday, I'm sitting in my room and I hear the doors slamming on our porch. I heard this about 5 or 6 times and thought that maybe someone was bringing in groceries or something of that matter. After the 5th or 6th slam I hear someone peeling out of our driveway. A few minutes later I hear some very lound banging on my door. My roommate was on the other side and says "Jessie!"...so I get up to answer the door and as soon as I open it she starts walking away and tells me to "come outside for a second and help me". Ok, mind you...she BANGED ON MY DOOR...and...TOLD ME TO "HELP" HER DO SOMETHING. She didn't ask me, and she didn't even bother to see if I was busy....this is how she is. Anyway, I follow her outside and she tells me that her fiance and her got into a fight, both verbal and physical....and when I say physical I mean she lost her fucking mind and beat the guy up, he wouldn't hit her, she's just crazy! So they got into a fight and he went to leave and she chased after him and he opened up his truck door and threw her "$9,000" engagement ring in our lawn and then peeled out. So, I'm outside with this person I dispise trying to help her find some stupid, meaningless ring. After about 15 minutes she gives up and goes inside to call him and make sure he really threw the ring. So, I go back in my room but tell her to let me know if he really did throw it because I would try to help her find it if he did. So, she doesn't even let me know what he said when he finally answered his phone, but I didn't really care. I actually hoped he DID throw it in the lawn and some bum strolled along and saw it and was able to provide a nice home or a car for his starving family because GOD knows she doesn't deserve a "$9,000" engagement ring for her stuck-up skinny finger. So, a couple hours go by and I hear her on her cell phone about every 5 minutes leaving him EVIL messages because he won't answer her calls. I'm talking EVIL messages. Messages that would make a grown man cry. She finally decides to go over there and that's the last I saw from her until today. Ok, today...lol I'm just wondering why I stuck around for a year when after the first 3 months she was starting to reveil her true nature...anyway, today I hear her come in with the fiance who she JUST called it off with. So, they come in and I hear her talking to my "other" roommate (the nice one everyone gets along with) and she's telling the other roommate that...ok, wait...this is getting really confusing...let's call the psycho roommate um...well, psycho roommate. We'll call the nice roommate....the nice roommate. And we'll call the other, other roommate wino because she's really addicted to wine. So, just to clear that up, there are 4 of us in the house....psycho, nice roomie, and wino...and then there's me but I can just say "me" because I'm telling the story and this is my live journal so piss off you. You can call me whatever you want in your head, but for the time being...those are the names. So, psycho is talking to nice roomie about wino and how she "borrowed" a shirt to her for her birthday and she never returned it and when psycho went to go look for it she found that wino never returned it and that some of her clothes went missing and that it was ironic that her clothes went missing the same time wino went to Chicago for the weekend. So, psycho tells nice roomie that she called wino at 12 pm our time, 11 am chicago time and left a message asking where her shirt was....and then said that the first message was nice but that she called a second time and left a message that was really mean asking where the fuck her clothes were and that she always goes in her room borrowing clothes when her boobs are like 20 pounds heavier than hers...etc. So at this point the psycho is yelling and getting really pissed off because all of her shit is going missing and she can't find her "Goo-Gone" that was under the sink and that wino must've taken it because she's always using her stuff for projects in her room etc, etc....so she calls wino and leaves the most evil message imaginable...it went something like this "*insert winos real name here* you are such a fucking bitch, I don't know why the fuck you're taking all of my shit, I fucking hate you. I can't find my Goo-Gone and I have a project to do and you probably took it because I've seen you taking my shit before. I don't know why you won't fucking answer your phone, you're such a bitch." and hung up. So I went out to the kitchen. That was un-fucking-called for. Ok...*flashback* **2 weeks ago** I'm in the kitchen and, if you don't already know, my kitchen and living room are disgusting. Filthy. Repulsive. I'm not going to touch down on that subject because this could go on forever. Anyway, the dishes were sitting there for about a week because I did mine and lef the pots and pans and everyone else's gross stuff sitting there. I did most of their easy stuff just to get it out of the way. Anyway, I go into the kitchen and I smell something deadly and I mini-puked. So I find the source of the stench and it was coming from underneath the sink. There is a bucket type thing that was placed under the pipe because it had been leaking and it was full. The contents would truly make you lose your lunch. This thing had been sitting there for a week with food...rotting...sitting there...FOR A WEEK! Inside this bucket were cleaning products (about 80% which were MINE!!!) that could not be salvaged because the scent was so overwhelming. There was NO WAY I was going to scrub off that nastiness. So, me being me, I decide to take care of the matter because if I didn't it would only get worse and I would have to hear psycho bitch us out about that smell and nobody doing anything about it when it was probably her fault. So, I clean that shit up. Let me tell you, that was probably the grossest thing I've EVER had to do in my entire life. I was gagging the whole time. I Lysoled and Pine Soled the fuck out of every square inch under that sink and the surrounding floor. I had to throw away all of my cleaning products and whatever else was in the bucket because it was likely to emmit some deadly bacteria into the air and I would probably contract some weird bacterial infection and wind up in the hospital becuase it was that deadly. Anyway....so I took care of that matter....I didn't ask for anyone's help, I just took care of it. End of story. End of story? IN THIS HOUSE, NO FUCKING WAY. Of course, the Goo-Gone was in that deamon, ass stench bucket which, as I just said, I threw away. So, I go out to the kitchen because I just heard the psycho totally bash wino via cell phone message and I felt that I had to clear that part up. Take one for the team if you will. I could've let wino take the heat for me and kept my mouth shut...but lately I've been feeling that the psycho and I are inching ever so closely to a complete meltdown....and I wouldn't be suprised if it happens soon seeing that I'm moving out in 27 days. So I go out to the kitchen and ask curiously "What's wrong" and she flips out and tells me the story, bulging eyes and all. And I say to her "Was your Goo-Gone under the sink?" and she says "Yeah, WHY!" and I tell her the story about the funky ass bucket and about how it was gross and then she starts flipping out on me!! "WHAT THE FUCK DUDE, YOU ALWAYS THROW SHIT AWAY, YOU DON'T EVEN ASK...HONESTLY WHAT THE FUCK!!!" and then I try to explain to her that the bucket was gross, etc, etc...I'm very calm mind you...but there is no reasoning with the psycho. She only sees what she wasts. You see, in her eyes what I did to her Goo-Gone was disrespectful and wrong. It's Goo-Gone people. What the fuck. So then she get's ALL PISSED OFF...NUCLEAR BOMB STYLE AND SAYS "I NEED TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE" and grabs her "ONCE AGAIN" finance and leaves. Now she's back. Sitting on MY couch in HER living room....bitching about whatever game is on t.v. and how her finance needs to do something with his life because he's a loser. People....this is one weekend. I've been here for a year. I'm going insane. This is not normal. I need to get out or I'm going to kill her. lol Seriously, I'm laughing right now because it's to psychologically fucked up. I CAN NOT WAIT TO MOVE. I'M NOT KIDDING....I'M MOVING IN WITH THE MOST AMAZING GIRL IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. I CAN BE MYSELF. I CAN TALK TO HER. WE RESPECT EACH OTHER. AND I'M HAPPY WHEN I'M WITH HER. This shit right now, is fucked up and I just thought I'd share a little bti of my world with you in case you were wonder what I mean when I say "I hate where I live. " all the time and don't give much explanation why. This is one weekend...and it wasn't even that bad compared to most.