Steaming like broccoli
I'm still steadily plugging away on my writing project. I know how the one character is going to die. It's inevitable, but it's still going to make me cry when I write it. I don't like it, but it's necessary to the story, so it has to happen.
Another nasty surprise from the mess my roommate created has popped up. I'm so fucking tired of this. Obviously, she is not understanding that she is not an effective liar because she's so damn stupid about it. Honestly, does she not understand that the things she "paid" with bad checks are going to require repayment, along with the late fees and the fees for a non-sufficient funds check? My other roommate let me know that she'd found another one and it was like another hard punch to the gut. I've just felt queasy and sick the whole rest of the day. The great things that happened earlier this week, a couple of which made it feel like one of the best weeks of my life to date have now been tarnished in scope becuase of this.
I just wanted to come home and crawl into bed as soon as I got the news and just try to think of something happier. Instead, I stuck the day out at work. I'd had a little getaway planned this weekend that I was really looking forward to. It was going to be good friends, good food, and a lot of fun. Now, the way that I'm feeling because of more stress, I'll be lucky if I can tolerate white rice, toast, and bananas.
I don't even know if I want to come back here at the end of the weekend. I promised to give her a second chance, but I don't know that I should be held to a promise made when the person that I made it to came about as close to full disclosure as I am to starring in a movie.
Another nasty surprise from the mess my roommate created has popped up. I'm so fucking tired of this. Obviously, she is not understanding that she is not an effective liar because she's so damn stupid about it. Honestly, does she not understand that the things she "paid" with bad checks are going to require repayment, along with the late fees and the fees for a non-sufficient funds check? My other roommate let me know that she'd found another one and it was like another hard punch to the gut. I've just felt queasy and sick the whole rest of the day. The great things that happened earlier this week, a couple of which made it feel like one of the best weeks of my life to date have now been tarnished in scope becuase of this.
I just wanted to come home and crawl into bed as soon as I got the news and just try to think of something happier. Instead, I stuck the day out at work. I'd had a little getaway planned this weekend that I was really looking forward to. It was going to be good friends, good food, and a lot of fun. Now, the way that I'm feeling because of more stress, I'll be lucky if I can tolerate white rice, toast, and bananas.
I don't even know if I want to come back here at the end of the weekend. I promised to give her a second chance, but I don't know that I should be held to a promise made when the person that I made it to came about as close to full disclosure as I am to starring in a movie.