You Have No Funds

Today is the day that M “moved out!” I saw that in quotes because when I got home today and I looked in her room, it actually looked like she ADDED more shit to it. She had sent me a message earlier in the day telling me that she had moved everything but her furniture. It looks like she may have boxed and bagged up all of her belongings but I don’t think she’s actually removed anything from the premises other than her bathroom items.







Speaking of bathroom items, I went today and bought a pack of toilet paper and soap because last night I had to hide our last roll so that she wouldn’t use it. She still hadn’t bought any as of last night and when I woke up this morning, she had left ONE SQUARE for me to wipe my preciousness with. Fuckin’ dickwad. Of course the day that I buy some is the day that I come home to see that she has also purchased it. It’s about time!

So this is going to be one more day without us telling the landlords about M’s departure, despite the fact that she was apparently moving out today. She said that they didn’t see her moving out like a thief in the night, thank god. Apparently, she has a “prior engagement” to attend tonight so she can’t tell them. Um, yeah, you also have a “30 days notice” to give. M has also told me that tomorrow she has a very busy day as she is getting her brakes done. She claims this will cost her $2000 and it will take all day, so she’s hoping to swing by to talk to the landlords after that. When I exclaimed at the cost of her brakes, she went on to say that she was going to see an accountant as well. Um, for what? Who would possibly look at her seriously and what would they say? “Um, I’m sorry, Ma’am, but I have nothing to account. You have no funds.”

I’ve been talking to S over the past few days and he’s told me that M won’t stop e-mailing and messaging him. She keeps lamenting over his “betrayal” of her. He told her that he just doesn’t give a shit. I apologized for letting the cat out of the bag and getting him more involved than he was, to which he replied, “I could kill her whole family and she wouldn’t stay mad at me.” Touche, my friend, touché.
Anyway, I’m starting to get happier each day that I get closer to expelling her from my life like toxic waste. I just pray that the landlords let me stay here!

Wait a second, I just realized that those 6 garbage bags are not filled with her belongings, they are filled with ACTUAL GARBAGE. That is intense!