HAPPY RANT
Just got the callback from the officer. I’m not charged with any bullshit, I’m not being evicted, and my mom bought me a $300 kitty tree for my Mau and called me perfect.
ITS MY BIRTHDAY WEEK BITCHES DON’T FUCK WITH ME!
Rant
I was told to “get my shit together” recently by a 25 year old unemployed, immobile, homeless fuck. I thought it was much too ironic for him to talk such shit to me regardless of personal bias, considering I’ll have three college degrees next spring against his GED, I juggle three jobs while he collects unemployment from his former gas station cashier career, I drive my own car that I pay for, and I have my own apartment. While I may rely on my parents to help me with my rent and bills, I think I deserve some kind of respect for being 20 years old and HAVING my shit way more together than the fucks I used to associate with.
In the fall of 2010 I had a psychotic roommate that was addicted to heroine and threatened to kill me, stole from me, and ruined our apartment. I didn’t know him prior to living with him, and after shit started to go south I met a group of people that quickly became my saving grace. One of those people in particularly was dubbed my savior because she let me stay with her while that mess was going on, and during that time I totalled my car and she drove me around until she totalled hers. After that we spent everyday together, because I went to her and forced my friendship upon her because I needed a good egg in my life, and she seemed to be one. After two years of friendship, with ups and downs that all relationships face, she came to me and ASKED if she could stay with me, because her mom is openly psychotic and kicks her out regularly, and their relationship is polarized, to say the least. After everything that my friend helped me through, it was the least that I could do for her, and I was more than happy to have her move in and help me with the bills. I laid down my house rules, she accepted, and from there things only went downhill.
After two weeks of disrespect, it became evidently clear to all parties involved that things were not working out. Bottom line, without going into too many more details, this raging cunt stabbed me in the back and fucked me over in every way she possibly could. She came to me as a friend that needed a place to escape from her mom and be closer to work, and as a friend I allowed her to stay with me. It ended in her boyfriend threatening me and prompting the first rant, and police enforcement. I’ve definitely learned my lesson when it comes to trusting people, and I’m sorry to say that I will probably never trust any friend again. She tried to get me evicted, get me in trouble with my parents, and the law. She succeeded in one of the three so far, and the battle is not over. My landlord has my back, my parents have my back, and most importantly we have a well-respected lawyer that I’ve had the pleasure of knowing for two years now representing me.
I just want to finish this with saying that her mom is a mentally unhinged Harlet, to say the least. And that the apple never falls far from the tree.
I’m so thankful for the parents I have and the friends that have been by my side and had my back through elementary school, high school, and now seeing me through college. Fuck the haters, you can knock me down but I’ll always get back up and look SICKENING and make you eat it.
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