Lesson Learned

A few months ago I paid Jes' rent in full. 425. I also paid mine. Thats 850 in one month. I have yet to see a dime or have my rent be dropped lower.
Last month I gave her 160 to cover the rest of her rent and foolishly didn't write it down or keep her deposit slip.
few weeks ago I handed her 45 dollars to make it 205 that she had, meaning my next paycheck would more than cover the last 220 I owed. She informed me I only gave her 60. I'm going to go ahead and call bullshit on this one. Just big ol' stinkin' bullshit.
But it's my fault. She said she'd look into it, but I hardly doubt she has. Now her cellphone is turned off and I've handed her 250 for rent and with that 60 still owe...
115.

So lesson learned. If she needs money for something I'm saying no. I need to get married and have a better job so I can drop this shit for once and for all. Because I can't keep doing this. Listening to her bitch about money when she "Still works at Walmart" and can have a second job, and when she has yet to take her low life of an ex to court for child support payments.
So go ahead Jes, keep on struggling. It's the hole you started digging years ago and will keep digging until you pull your head out of your ass.

Oh and did I mention the other night her and Joey got high as hell? So much for no drugs in this apartment eh? I need to get the fuck out of here. I'm terrified I'm going to come home and my shit will have been pawned or I'll be homeless. I'm so fucking scared, when I shouldn't be.

Warning: Items in blog may appear angrier than they actually are.

Due to the fact that I had to be up at 7am today, I think I'm allowed to be pissed off.

Let me explain! Yesterday I worked 7 hours, getting home at the lovely time of 10:45PM. Knowing that I had to be at work at 9:30AM I quickly devised a plan to drink some beer and go to sleep.
Well, I wanted to get something to eat before bed, but could not seeing as Jessica had decided to make fried chicken at 11PM that night.

And then, three beers later I had had enough. I was going to go to bed and it was roughly 1AM. So I crawl in bed, ready to blissfully pass out from my long day at Walmart and I jump because this horrible thumping noise.
Turns out Jessica not only thinks 11PM is a good time for fried chicken but 1AM is an even better time for laundry.

Add in the fact that those two would not shut up with the arguing and talking, I didn't get to sleep until 2am.
But I assure you that I was sorely tempted to go and say something to them until I realized I didn't want to deal with it so I rolled over and hid my head hoping for the best.

So five hours of sleep in me and I'm just really glad to have some coffee. I was so cold this morning. I woke up, turned on the coffee, lit a cigarette and went to shower.
The first 10 minutes of my shower was me standing in the hot water smoking.
Classy ain't it?

I don't want to go to work. I had some lady yesterday yell at me. I didn't fold her clothes right. "I took the time to fold them and you're just shoving them in there."
Well Ma'am to be fair, you should wash them before you wear them. And I only folded it in half again so it would fit.
She then ripped the bag off the spinny thing and slammed it down, "We're going to do this MY WAY since I'm the one paying." At that point all I could do was smile at her and be irritatingly cheerful.
But I got my revenge. When she paid with her credit card I asked for a photo ID and her card to verify it was her. She was not pleased with this choice. I then smiled, thanked her by name and told her to have "A fantastic Afternoon, and thank you for shopping at Walmart"

I lol'd all the way up to the front of the store where I promptly told everyone I could about crazy folding lady.

Note to those who will someday shop at walmart. Please try not to care if your clothing is folded. We have tiny ass bags and most clothes do not fit in them unless they are shoved or folded smaller. So do not whine about it, accept it and move the fuck on.

Or, "We're going to do it MY WAY because I'm paying."
LOLOL. THANKS STEPHANIE D. YOU MEKS MI LAFF!

The words mean something, I'm sure of it!

I'm in one of my moods where I want to write but have no idea what to say. I wanted to RP on Mafia.org but John has gone and been a doo doo head and flown to Atlanta (in game) and thus leaving me stranded in Miami with no bar to post in.

So here I am, empty daunting text box just waiting to be filled with my thoughts. I have millions of them but I'm not sure which one to focus on right now. I do enough bitching about Jes to last a lifetime and we all know I have amazing friends.

Perhaps I should write about how I don't want to work at Walmart for the rest of my life and it scares me that perhaps I will have too. I'm also worried that when the baby gets here I'm going to hate Jes and everything that she has turned into.

But if I can manage to get another job then perhaps I can move out completely on my own. Sure it'll be lonely but I don't want to move back home, and I may not want to stay here. I get annoyed with her so easily. Our electric is 180 this month, meaning I have to cough up 90 bucks and I am positive I didn't use that much electricity. I wish there was a magical way to break it down to see what outlet used what and such.
Theres no way I used that much, my room could be the fridge its that cold.

But alas, I will suck it up and move forward because I dont like to upset people, and even if I did, "She's pregnant" which is her constant excuse for everything. Like today she can haul up bags upon bags of things filled for the baby but she can't take the damn garbage out. Just because Joey does it does not mean you don't have too. Much like the dishes, you have the ability to do those as well. I know, shocking isn't it?

Ugh, I've gone off on a rant again. Perhaps this moving in with a pregnant chick wasn't the brightest of my ideas. I saw how anal she was at work about cleaning things and assumed she'd be the same way here. Boy howdy I was wrong.

I need to sleep. Mainly because if I don't I'll go suffocate her while she does.