Can someone please just shoot me?
Our subletters owe us over $1,000. They won't answer their phones or return our calls.And Charlie hasn't sent us our security deposits back. There's another $600 each. Anik, I may ask you for a little favor. Don't worry, you'll enjoy it. I just need you to talk like you always talk and scare the hell out of 3 people who owe us a LOT of money.
I was reported to a credit bureau for the bill that kept being sent to Huntington that no one told me about and was never forwarded to me. Nice.
My weekend: I spent Saturday with my mom. We went to see Devon at the elbow room for dinner and she stayed overnight. Sandy brought Sophie over during the day and I was SO glad to see her. She's almost walking already.
Sunday I sent all day shopping with my dad for things for his apartment and helping him decorate. It was great fun. :P
Monday morning I took a train to New Brunswick and Daz picked me up. We had some lunch with Lexi and Lou asked me to help put the airconditioners in. What a load of shit. I'm home for an hour and a half out of the entire fucking summer and I have to work while I'm there. I was going to do it, but Lou went downstairs and never came back. Daz and I hung out at his house. I feel so much more relaxed with him than anywhere else. But now I'm back in Florida.
I am just so terribly miserable. I am working too much. I have all of this shit to do for NAMI that I haven't even begun. I can't decide if I should just pull myself from the position. My thesis proposal is due, in its complete form, on July 1 and I haven't even finished it. I don't have time. I think I have an ear infection. I can't do ANYTHING right. My dog is dying. I'm out a SHITLOAD of money. People keep promising to do something nice for me, then they conveniently forget about me. Everyone seems to enjoy taking advantage of me and there's not a damn thing I can do about it. I'm homesick. I feel overwhelmed and I cry for no obvious reason. I have no paxil left and no time here to get to a doctor to get a prescription. My back has so many knots in it I feel like a climbing rope. I stepped on the scale at my mother's house and nearly had a heart attack. The brakes need to be fixed on my car. I fucking hate Florida and I'm stuck here for another 6 weeks. I just want to cry.
In my only real good news, when I flew home on Friday, I was quietly reading a book in my seat when I suddenly realized that I was in seat #3. And I was on a flight to NYC. Then I got to thinking. I was drinking coffee and reading a book. I was living a Hanson song. It made me laugh. "On the plane step with both my feet. Ride in seat #3 on a flight to NYC. Got my bean in a coffee cup next to my seat. Check the view and another good book to read."
...weird
I was reported to a credit bureau for the bill that kept being sent to Huntington that no one told me about and was never forwarded to me. Nice.
My weekend: I spent Saturday with my mom. We went to see Devon at the elbow room for dinner and she stayed overnight. Sandy brought Sophie over during the day and I was SO glad to see her. She's almost walking already.
Sunday I sent all day shopping with my dad for things for his apartment and helping him decorate. It was great fun. :P
Monday morning I took a train to New Brunswick and Daz picked me up. We had some lunch with Lexi and Lou asked me to help put the airconditioners in. What a load of shit. I'm home for an hour and a half out of the entire fucking summer and I have to work while I'm there. I was going to do it, but Lou went downstairs and never came back. Daz and I hung out at his house. I feel so much more relaxed with him than anywhere else. But now I'm back in Florida.
I am just so terribly miserable. I am working too much. I have all of this shit to do for NAMI that I haven't even begun. I can't decide if I should just pull myself from the position. My thesis proposal is due, in its complete form, on July 1 and I haven't even finished it. I don't have time. I think I have an ear infection. I can't do ANYTHING right. My dog is dying. I'm out a SHITLOAD of money. People keep promising to do something nice for me, then they conveniently forget about me. Everyone seems to enjoy taking advantage of me and there's not a damn thing I can do about it. I'm homesick. I feel overwhelmed and I cry for no obvious reason. I have no paxil left and no time here to get to a doctor to get a prescription. My back has so many knots in it I feel like a climbing rope. I stepped on the scale at my mother's house and nearly had a heart attack. The brakes need to be fixed on my car. I fucking hate Florida and I'm stuck here for another 6 weeks. I just want to cry.
In my only real good news, when I flew home on Friday, I was quietly reading a book in my seat when I suddenly realized that I was in seat #3. And I was on a flight to NYC. Then I got to thinking. I was drinking coffee and reading a book. I was living a Hanson song. It made me laugh. "On the plane step with both my feet. Ride in seat #3 on a flight to NYC. Got my bean in a coffee cup next to my seat. Check the view and another good book to read."
...weird