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Archive for the month “January, 2009”

So Very Polite

So, two weeks into this, we still don’t have cable or internet. Hence the lack of updates. I’ve managed to find a weak internet source, so we’re working off of that for now. Things should be fixed shortly.

I’m just really tired of not know what’s going to happen. That’s kind of my life theme right now. Not sure what’s going on after graduation, not sure what’s going on with the apartment, not sure about anything really. And it’s beginning to grate on me.

GhostRoommate was here today, which really weirded me out. I pulled into my parking spot and saw her vehicle and the first thing I thought was “Crap, what the hell is she doing here.” I’m honestly not sure why she came, since she left with only two sweaters and box of letterhead it looked like. Weird. However, our interactions were so very polite. She made no mention of the voicemail we left that she never responded to, but whatever.

Anyway, I’m back online.


Of Contracts, Lies, and Shoes

I’m sorry I haven’t written in a few days, but there has been a bit of… excitement? Burning rage? Something like that. Either way, I’m getting an ulcer. Actually, I think I’m dealing rather well, I’ve even laughed about this.

GhostRoommate informed Shaba and I through a Facebook message a couple of days ago that she’d made the decision a few weeks ago to move out and stop paying rent, after signing a year lease in July. Excusemewhaaaaat? No. No. Fuck you. Oh, but she was being nice enough to pay for January. That was nice, right? Oh, also, she hasn’t paid cable since November and didn’t tell us. The cable company told us by shutting it off. She was the only one who paid because she was supposed to tell us how much we owed her and she never did. YAY!

So I called her mom.

This got me a hurt and angry Facebook message about how mean I was and unreasonable and, and, and SHE HAD PAID FOR JANUARY, WASN’T THAT NICE?! Yup…. fucking fantastic. You did what the contract said you had to do, congratulations, moron.

*sighs* Part of me feels I shouldn’t be airing this to the internet world, but hey… this is my blog and I’m pissed. Also… the level of crazy going on is kind of funny.

Also, a Facebook message? You don’t answer our calls or Facebook messages telling you about the poopartment or the lack of cable, but you try to break a lease via Facebook? And then instead of calling me, you send another message when you’re mad at me? This girl has a baby, for the love of god, yet still operates on a jr. high level. I’m terrified.

Anyway, enough about that. Sorry to drag you into the crazy, but I’m annoyed. And kind of hurt. We were supposed to be friends. In OTHER news, I went shopping today with my mom, which was a lot of fun. We got her awesome boots and during that we also managed to snag me a pretty purse that wasn’t bought from an Army/Navy store (which means it was sliiiiightly more than 10 bucks, damnit) and a simply beautiful dark green coat from Nine West. I will post pictures soon because this coat is glorious and defies description. Thank god for sales.

This is a recent event in my life, caring about purses and shoes and whatnot. I’ve always had a love affair with boots, but now I want a disposable income so I can have shooooes. Gorgeous shoes, hard core shoes, sexy shoes and boots. Lots and lots of boots. I want to look good and I want to accessorize to compliment my outfits. And this honestly feels nice. I like being a girl.

Now, I may go re-paint my nails. Thanks for listening, internets.

Hello, 2009

Those stories I told you I had? I lied. I just like to draw you in. Actually, I do have stories, but they’re the kind of stories your doddering old grandaunt tries to tell the fruit bowl since everyone else has quietly snuck away to get drunk and throw wrapping paper in the fire.

I don’t have any aunts like that.

Regardless, I don’t remember what those stories were, or why I thought you’d be interested… oh, yeah. Dryers.

ANYWAY! I’m writing to you on a brand new, extremely shiny laptop. Which is amazing because my other laptop has been dying for the past two years. For the first time in about a year, I have sound. Think about that… every time someone sent a link, you saw an interesting news link that turned out to be a video… TOO BAD! Excuse me while I roll around on the ground in joy. Also, this laptop has tons of memory, stays up when I tilt it up, and isn’t broken as all hell. YAY!

I’m also back from a lovely weekend that was a perfect end to the true holiday festivities. I visited the Boyfriend and had an amazing time. Full of snuggles, truly lovely presents, and his family which I enjoy immensely (thank god).

I also had a pretty good time at a post-Christmas party. I still have the bruises, actually. It was a lot of fun with some great high school buddies (the ones I still like, with one awkward dude who felt you should do shots of cognac… cognac! You sip that, ass, not chug it.) Well, I may have had a bit too much of a good time and me being me… ended up in the dryer. Why? Because someone said I couldn’t fit into it. And trust me, I can. So that was fun. Ran around with my X* and Shellington and generally had a good time and was grateful my little sister was there to drive me home. Not so glad she got to see me get in the dryer.

In my defense… I’ve climbed into dryers stone cold sober. I’m not sure what that’s defending other than my insanity, but whatever. I fit, so why not?

And now I find myself in a new year. Unlike my dear roommate Shaba, I like odd years. Well, I’m not sure about that, but I’m having some pretty good thoughts of this one. Usually I have a hard time switching gears into a new year. I feel like I’m ready for this one and I think the first time I try to write 09, it will be a success.

I’m hoping this year is kind to you as much as I’m hoping it’s kind to me too. Or at the very least, story-worthy.

* X is not an ex, she’s one of my most beloved friends. Just to clear that up.

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