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i told my housemates last night that i was moving out come february and the end of the lease. i can't handle living in actual 1800s house. victorians are awesome and everything, but not this one. especially with the incessant church below and drum playing above and jamie being the worst roomate that i've ever had. he actually tried to bully me into staying, like i owed him something. i'm so furious i'm shaking. i feel hurt and betrayed; i'm losing my house because he is staying. he's a sad sack of shit and i hope he remains that way for the rest of his life. the more i think about it, the more i think that he's an only child that had a nanny until he moved away and he never had to do anything for himself, ever. i don't know how anyone can stand him. i hope that he contracts some std that he's too ashamed of to treat and that his balls shrivel up inside of him and he poops them out.
i know i go through phases of emotion where i'm like, "ohhh i totally hate that person." and then it passes. but you can never truly hate someone unless you were close with them to begin with, and jamie and i were very close for a very long time. but now i'm beginning to see why his girlfriend, sarah, couldn't deal with him and i'm beginning to understand why lacy wrote all those terrible things about him and shared them with her friends. i hate him so much that it makes me ill; i hate the way he treats those around him and i hate the way he acts like he is the center of the universe and that its all of our jobs to keep up the house after he blasts through. he was lighting off firecrackers in his bedroom last night to impress some chick!!! who had to be at least 10 years younger than him. i know that i need to not waste so much energy thinking about these things, but i live with him so i have to see him every day, and i have to see the evidence of his existence (i.e. garbage everywhere, pee on the floor, missing food and toiletries) every time i come home. i can't do anything to get away from it.
not that any of you reading this really even know who this douchebag is, well, enough of you do i suppose. but i'm angry and i have to move and i feel lost and i feel like this will affect my other friendships, the ones that i actually care about, the ones with sara and kristin, negatively and unnecessarily.
ugghhhh.
in other news, myself and a few other people are getting together this week in order to work on starting our own business. i'm very excited.
i know i go through phases of emotion where i'm like, "ohhh i totally hate that person." and then it passes. but you can never truly hate someone unless you were close with them to begin with, and jamie and i were very close for a very long time. but now i'm beginning to see why his girlfriend, sarah, couldn't deal with him and i'm beginning to understand why lacy wrote all those terrible things about him and shared them with her friends. i hate him so much that it makes me ill; i hate the way he treats those around him and i hate the way he acts like he is the center of the universe and that its all of our jobs to keep up the house after he blasts through. he was lighting off firecrackers in his bedroom last night to impress some chick!!! who had to be at least 10 years younger than him. i know that i need to not waste so much energy thinking about these things, but i live with him so i have to see him every day, and i have to see the evidence of his existence (i.e. garbage everywhere, pee on the floor, missing food and toiletries) every time i come home. i can't do anything to get away from it.
not that any of you reading this really even know who this douchebag is, well, enough of you do i suppose. but i'm angry and i have to move and i feel lost and i feel like this will affect my other friendships, the ones that i actually care about, the ones with sara and kristin, negatively and unnecessarily.
ugghhhh.
in other news, myself and a few other people are getting together this week in order to work on starting our own business. i'm very excited.