| But WHY am I so pissed? |
[Apr. 9th, 2009|10:30 am] |
I shouldn't be writing this in the computer room in my parents' house. I shouldn't be writing this at all. I should be in Austin, probably right about now getting up and going out to take care of my electric bill. Or giving my roommate my half of the bill so she can take care of it. But when it comes right down to it, I'm not. I'm not working for Half Price Books any longer, I'm not in Austin and loving the weirdness, and I'm not with someone that got me to trust her and then took off to someone just as damaged as I to do the exact same thing.
( Oh lords of the hells below, this is disgusting )
If she had gone home after all of this, retreated back to her oh so rich Daddy, I wouldn't be as pissed. Yeah, she lived in a pig sty, and left things like cat shit in her room from the first time we got Darcy (yep. Six month old cat shit we found when my mother and I cleaned out her room. And clothes cats had pissed on. She LIVED WITH THIS and VOLUNTARILY moved everything up there), but she just fucked me over. Life is that. You get screwed over, but you live and learn, so you move on.
No, she went up to Sol's place. She told me that she had a job up there and even told Sol that hey, she needs a job too because they can't live off her dad's disability pay... but then she went on a month long trip to Florida. No way in hell. And I'm starting to not believe what she said about why she isn't working at Embassy Suites. Apparently some girls lost some expensive bags, blamed Anna, and threatened to sue because Embassy couldn't find proof she did it. They fired Anna because of it. Now, what was the non-proof you ask? The cameras showed nothing? According to Anna, there aren't any cameras inside the hotel.
No, really, think about that. THERE ARE NO CAMERAS IN THE HOTEL.
... your bullshit meter going off too? Thought so.
I knew she was increasingly late each day. I doubt it was this pretty story about losing bags and being the victim of people who want to make a quick buck through lawsuits. She was late each day, and she did very little work. My thought? Someone who kept track of absences/tardies finally gave her the last black mark and booted her ass. But since that means the blame is on her shoulders, she wouldn't say that. No, it had be someone else's fault.
What pisses me off is she told Sol and her dad that she had a job. She told me the reason she was moving up there and not staying true to her word of trying a week with me was because she had a job lined up there. But then she took a fucking month off. She didn't have a job. I knew that. Again, if she had gone home to Daddy, this would be over.
Why am I pissed? Because she's taking everything she's done in the past to Cakes, everything she did to me, and she's now with Sol and applying it to her. And that's why I'm pissed. She fucked over friends in the past, and she's continuing to do so to someone I consider a friend. No, you idiotic parasitic tapeworm excrement on the trash you litter around yourself and expect others to clean up and fawn over you, I will not allow that. Fuck yourself over, fuck me over, fine. But fuck over a friend and I will do everything in my power to end you. You lied to Sol and her dad about having a job, and instead are leeching off of them. And you have the gall to tell Sol she should get a job so she isn't doing the same. You hypocritical piece of Darcy shit that you left in your room for months, you're not going to get away with this. I love Sol, and unlike you, I take care of my friends. I actually want the best for them. I was the one that had a job before moving there and paid the rent. I was the one that probably took care of YOUR relenting fee because you're too much of an ass to do so. I kept us actually living there. So what if I had a crush on you? Living with someone takes a balance and before you started acting like a bitch, we were starting to find that balance. Too bad you had to steal from me, act like a bitch, not pay a fucking thing to live there, and leave me holding the rope when you decided it was too hard to live in a place that essentially had free rent, electricity, and water and had someone willing to help you pay the costs on your car when it broke down because your roommate was too awkward to demand you pay her back what you owe with the next paycheck instead of "Whenever you have money. Whenever."
Which was never. Tell me, how did you never have money when you would pay me about $100 every other paycheck, and your car insurance and phone were never paid? I was paid about the same as you and I had enough money to pay rent, electricity, water, my phone bill, my car insurance, Best Buy, AND my student loans. And this was before I found out my great-grandmother had passed away and I was getting an inheritance. Maybe I was paid about $100-$150 more. Yeah, that right there? Electricity and water. Take that out and somehow I was still able to pay phone, car insurance, Best Buy, and student loans, not to mention have my half of rent. How'd she have her half? Daddy or her mom would send her money from Australia. Yep. Oh yeah, and I was able to pay my ticket off right away. When did you pay off your tickets again? You said you were waiting for someone to TELL you when to send in money to pay them. AN IDIOT KNOWS THE LAW AND TICKETS DON'T WORK THAT WAY.
Sol, don't let her take advantage of you. So fucking what if it's fun to fluster her? She'll do what she did to me to you. She'll use you, lie to you, and steal from you. All the fun in the world isn't worth it. Do what I should have done: Take all her shit outside and lock the doors. She's a parasite. She will ask money from you when you can't afford it and she won't keep a job. Look at what she did when she lived with her sister. Look at what she did when she lived with Cakes. Look at the fact that I can't remember her talking about her roommates in Kentucky in present tense (like "I talked to Pyro today" talk). I've put together shattered friends before and it hurts each time. If I can avoid it, if I can get the reason why you would be shattered out of there, I will. Get. Her. Out. Of. There. She isn't a friend and she doesn't deserve a second chance. She doesn't deserve you.
This is public because I'm tired of her lies and tired of seeing Sol slowly succumbing to what happened to me. Sol, please. Take care of yourself. |
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