Band Rehearsal

I don’t know how the hell M slept through our full band rehearsal for Guitar Hero: World Tour but she managed somehow!

Today I got a juicy tidbit from S on the M front. He said that his sister is claiming her and M are moving out together in January. Apparently they plan to have a bar and every pay day they will buy one bottle of liquor for the bar. That sounds like a great investment of funds! If these two messes lived together, I think that would make their combined debt around $30,000. No exaggeration.

Out Of the Norm

This entry is a little different than the ones before it because I actually have positive words to say about M! Today, I was very sick, and I asked her to bring me home ice cream when she got the chance and she did!

Normally, I would just pretend this didn’t happen and not write about it but I figured since I am always ragging on her, I should mention the good things she does too!

Annoying

M got up at 6pm this evening. She is always extremely excited to tell me how long she slept for. I don’t know if she is proud of it or what but if I slept that long I would be going to a doctor, not advertising it on Facebook. The first thing she said when she came out of her room was, “I went to bed at 11pm last night! That’s 19 hours of sleep!” This is just one day after her 26 hour sleep-a-thon. This might be a Guinness world record. I should check that out!

So she gets up at 6pm, which is when I make dinner, and promptly starts pulling things out of the fridge to “cook” (microwave). She insists on cooking whenever I am cooking. Which means that each of us has to cower in our own little section of counter space and it throws a wrench in my very well thought out dinner plans. I am a very organized person and M is not. Every once in awhile though, she doesn’t make dinner at the same time, she will wait for me to be done. What she does in those instances though, is hover around me in the kitchen and chat. This is good for you (because it is usually when she tells me all about her never ending problems) but bad for me because it is, well… annoying.

So this evening I got to hear about a few things for your reading pleasure!

1. M officially quit her day job at the printing place. She went in today and gave them her final notice and told them that she wasn’t coming back after her “mental health leave.”

2. M intends on giving her two weeks notice at the gas station tonight. We are back down to her having one job! Does her Starbucks job count when she hasn’t even worked a shift yet?

3. M canceled her insurance on the original car that she got into an accident in. This means that she also canceled the plates that she was illegally using on the champagne shitbox that she almost got arrested for driving. She was so very excited to tell me the story:

She said:
I went up to the counter and told the man, “I need to cancel my insurance.”
“Where is the vehicle now?” he asked.
“It is no longer on the road.”
“What happened to it?”
She then made the motion of something being crushed by her hands and said, “Accident” while shrugging.
“Oh… where are the plates?”
“Well, I don’t have them. I know there is a fee for that, I will just pay it.”
“Oh, you live close by (he checked her driver’s license) so you can just go get them.”
“Actually, they are not at my house.”
“Oh… well, where are they?”
“They are um… on another vehicle.”
“…I am going to pretend that I didn’t hear that.”

YEAH. She actually told the guy she is illegally using those plates on another vehicle. What an idiot. Then she apparently wasn’t charged for any of her tickets! Normally when you cancel or renew insurance, you have to pay off all the previous tickets, but for some reason they didn’t show up.

Well, at least she is trying to take a step in the right direction?

That Was That

I left the house this morning and saw that M actually drank ¼ of her iced tea. Gross.

I received a msg from S informing me that M sent him a text saying, “I broke the dipstick on my car accidentally. Is it still ok to drive?” S didn’t respond. Let us pause here for a moment. How does one break a dipstick accidentally? I think those bad boys would need to be very much intentionally stricken against the ground in order to snap. What on earth was she doing with it???

Anyway, S didn’t reply to her. So she sent him another text, “Fine. Don’t talk to me then. I don’t understand why everyone hates me.” To which he replied with a simple, “Shut the fuck up.” And he received, “Why are you mad at me?” That was the end of that exchange!

When I got home from work, she was lying in bed and I asked her if she had a good day off. She said she didn’t sleep at all last night and that she went downtown today and the only thing worth retelling about her story is that when she got back into her car, she closed the door but it wouldn’t latch. So she opened it again and realized that the entire locking and latching mechanism had fallen out and landed on the ground. She shoved it back in and that was that! Good as new.

The Results Are In

Alright everyone, get your tickets out, it is time to find out how long M slept for! Drum roll please…

A whopping 26 hours!!!

She woke up at 9pm tonight and immediately informed me that she had slept for 26 hours straight. I asked if she got up to go to the bathroom or eat or, I don’t know, stretch? She said that she woke up twice but did not get out of bed, she just looked at the clock and rolled over to go back to sleep. Is this physically possible? When I tell people, no one believes me! She even said that her back was in serious pain due to her ikea mattress that cost 90 dollars and is about 2 inches thick. They actually sell it as a mattress topper but she decided that it was good enough to be her entire bed set.

So what did she do when she woke up? She decided to make a delicious and nutritious concoction! First, she decided to make perogies and green beans. So she put frozen perogies on the same plate as fresh green beans and pops them in the microwave. You would think those two things might require different cooking times, no? I guess we shouldn’t trouble ourselves with the little things in life! So she pops out her clearly overcooked green beans and perogies and smears strawberry yogurt all over them. Gag.

What is a scrumptious meal without a refreshing beverage? M decided to make iced tea. How, you ask? She filled a very large glass with water, plopped in two tea bags and put it in the freezer. Iced. Tea. This IS rocket science! The tea bags froze, so when she went to squeeze all the flavour of them, they snapped and all the tea leaves fell to the bottom of the glass. She then moved it to the fridge after I told her that iced tea is not frozen, it is just cold. It really looks disgusting and I can’t imagine it tasting any better than it looks.

I Did Something to My Car

I got home from work today to see M looking rather gloomy in her room. I asked her how she was and she sort of groaned. I felt bad news coming. I was praying she wasn’t going to tell me she was moving out – I want to be the one to say that! Luckily, all she told me was that she hasn’t slept in 30 hours because she had to take J to the mechanics to get her car fixed and they both worked graveyard last night. She was loopy as hell.

She did tell me a fun story about her car though!
“I did something to my car.”
“Um, what do you mean?”
“Well, I was driving and some asshole came in front of me and cut me off! I had to slam on the brakes but I didn’t have time to downshift so I just threw it in neutral! Then I heard what sounded like grinding and exploding! Now my clutch isn’t catching properly and every gear I try to go into is hard, it feels sticky.”

Grrreat. I can’t wait until this thing explodes with her in it.

She went to bed at about 7pm tonight so I am excited to see how long she stays sleeping for! My guess is definitely over 24 hours. We will likely see her again sometime late Wednesday. It’s like a baby’s delivery date, any bets?

Woo!

Glory, glory, hallelujah! I haven’t seen M since Thursday! And that concludes today’s post. I’m off to go skip around the block humming happy songs.

Starbucks Green!

Some people live their life eating healthy all the time. Some people go in little bursts of buying all healthy food one grocery trip and then back to Doritos the next time. Then there are people who just never eat healthy food, ever. I know what you’re thinking! You think I’m about to go into a big long spiel about how M shoves ranch flavoured Doritos dipped in chocolate icing down her pie-hole day after day. You’d be wrong though, because M fits into that middle category. Sometimes, she feels like bettering herself by buying green beans!

This last grocery trip was one of those health-kick trips. She bought two small yogurt cups, 4 packs of pre-sliced individually packaged apples, 1 litre of kiwi apple juice, and a gigantic bag of fresh green beans. Those pre-packaged apples are so much more expensive than regular apples. Their mere presence in the fridge pisses me off. Who on God’s green earth (parents aside) would buy these things? And of all vegetables, why did you choose a gigantic pack of green beans? Why not some mixed vegetables? A little variety?

She came home from what looked like a shopping spree. She had bags and bags of stuff from clothing stores. I assume she had to get a full on new wardrobe for Starbucks! Not that they have to wear uniforms or anything. She didn’t tell me what she bought, and I didn’t ask, but she did show me her new “Starbucks green scarf!” that she just HAD to get. Then she came to sit with me as I was watching T.V. She drank approximately 3 sips of her kiwi beverage and then put it back in the fridge. She also complained that she should “never buy healthy food again because you actually have to cook it.” Then she ate a pizza pop.

In other news, her co-worker and S’s sister, J has decided to use the “credit” that M has at the mechanic/chop shop that ripped her off. I guess they told her that they would do a repair for her free and since M claims she needs nothing done, she is letting J use it. Now, J is an idiot for using this credit. Doesn’t she know how badly they screwed up well, everything in the past? She does know, people. She told M once that she was going to go down there herself and scream at them to give M her money back for the Shitbox. Now she is accepting the faulty repairs.

These two should get married. At least as lesbians they wouldn’t be able to procreate.

Theres a Hole In My Basket

Hark the herald angels sing! M has gotten a job! Yes, Starbucks actually decided that she would benefit their “team’! I am as shocked as you. It just must have been those Hallmark cards that she mailed out to them after her interview.

She told me the great news via text message. Apparently she starts training in about 2 weeks. I congratulated her, of course, but I didn’t ask any questions. I really hate showing interest in her because I fear she might regard that as friendship.

M has described Starbucks as “putting all her eggs in one basket.” I just don’t get it. This job was the be all and end all for her. She felt that if only she could get this job (which pays about 3 dollars more an hour than her previous day job), everything will be fine! She sees being a Starbucks barista as a career. These are her words.

M works at a gas station and Starbucks. What do these two things have in common? Besides hiring skids like M, they also both happen to be, as I consider them, pit stops of life. These are two places that people go when they are on their way to their real job. People aren’t supposed to be at these pit stops long term. There is a reason that gas station attendants and coffee baristas are often young and work part time. They are students. These people are working towards something other than being full-time manager of Petro-Canada.

Have SOME ambition, M.

Election Day!

Can you smell it in the air? It’s election* day! Sorry, what? You don’t care either? Well, that makes two of us. M, on the other hand, is extremely excited. She claims this is one of the few days she looks forward to! She got off work at 7am this morning and promptly went to cast her vote for the next Prime Minister. Yes, believe it or not, M stayed conscious long enough to go down to our local elementary school and let her opinion be heard.

She sent me a text asking if I went to vote today. I told her that no, I had not. She was appalled. I explained to her that I do not have a proof of address and therefore, cannot vote. I will be honest, if I could have pulled off going to vote completely seamlessly, I would have. But, due to my living arrangements, I do not have a proof of address – all my mail gets sent to work. I know in my heart that if I truly wanted to go vote badly enough, I probably could have - with much explaining and paper work - but let me be frank, I don’t care that much.

I don’t understand how M can care so much about her country but so little about every other thing in her life. She grilled me endlessly about why I am not voting and simply wouldn’t let up about how my vote matters. I have only ever seen her get this passionate when she is talking about her bitch of a cat that stays at her mom’s. I guess the two things that light M’s fire are cats and government.

M and S’s sister J came by this evening and huddled up on the couch to watch the election results. They were like two little kids watching the Macy’s Day Parade. Bright eyed and bushy-tailed, they watched the numbers for the parties go up and up and up – and then J gets a phone call. It’s B, and she’s had another medical mishap and needs a ride to the hospital. Since this blog isn’t about B’s regular trips to the hospital, I won’t go into details about the event but it is important to know that she went to the hospital because…

I went back home to grab a change of clothes and head back to the hospital to see B. When I got home, M asked me if I have a discman, to which I replied, “Um… I don’t think so.” I definitely do have a discman but it has no batteries and is buried in my closet somewhere – plus, I am in a rush trying to get back to the hospital so questions about portable fucking music players are not the first thing I want to be answering. I ask why she wanted to know and she told me that she is making B a cd of songs so that she can listen to them as she snuggles in to go to sleep. This is a very thoughtful and kind gesture, but you should know that the songs M was putting on this cd were the furthest things from “soothing.” We have some ac/dc, Rihanna, Lady Gaga, and B’s favourite song of the moment, Let it Rock.

I skipped ahead of myself a little there. Since B was not really in any condition to stay at her place alone, we decided that she should spend the night at mine. The good thing is, M was working a graveyard shift that night, so her room was vacant. Only problem is, B absolutely refused to sleep in M’s bed. I don’t blame her. As soon as the idea came up that she could sleep there, I knew she’d be horrified. M’s room smells so strongly of hair spray and mold that I try to be in there for a maximum of three minutes before leaving. Also, she has not vacuumed her room since we moved in, which was 1 year ago.

*Please note that yes, I know that today is not actually election day but this was written on that day, I’m just a little late posting it. :D

Um.

This evening, us 3 gals (B, M, and I) went to see S’s hockey game. B and I went together but M ventured in on her own, since no one actually invited her. Whatever. I forgot something in the car and when I got back into the arena, B and M were clearly talking about something big. B kept making eyes at me like, “You won’t believe this!” and she kept trying to get M to repeat it while I was there but she absolutely wouldn’t, so I guess I am not supposed to know!

Well, naturally, B told me. I get a text from B saying the following:
“She’s suicidal and her work called her grandparents to tell them. Oh and she’s on a mental health break.”

Wow. Another day, another drama.

After the game, I got B to go into more detail and the story is that she went into her day job on Monday to inform them that she wants to quit. Her boss asked why and she told him that “working here makes me suicidal, I want to kill myself.” Um. Way to be up front about it! So he told her that she needs to take 2 weeks of mental health leave before she quits.

Then, concerned for her life, they called her grandparents (the emergency contact) to inform them that she has essentially threatened to kill herself. So her grandparents of course called her and asked what was up! I have no idea what she said to them in response but she did tell B that the planned family dinner this weekend was going to be a tad awkward!

B asked her if she actually was suicidal and she answered, “Only when I’m at work.”

I CAN’T MAKE THIS SHIT UP, PEOPLE.

But, It’s Shiny

Tonight, I heard a knock on our door and I came out of my room to answer it but M had beaten me to the punch. It was the little girl from upstairs and she had mail for M. It was Citibank, the people that gave M her $8,000 loan for her car. I was pretty much expecting it to be your run of the mill statement but I was hoping it was a letter saying she was getting all of her shit repo’d. Much to my surprise, it was neither!

So what was it? A credit card! Yep. They gave her a credit card with a $1500 limit in addition to her $8,000 loan. They must see her as pure dollar signs.

I immediately grabbed a pair of scissors and handed them to her, “M. Cut that in half right now.”
“But, it’s shiny.”
“Seriously, you have to cut it up.”
“Noooo… I’m gonna keep it!”

Well, that’ll be maxed out by Sunday.

Seriously

Today is M’s first official day of her vacation! Woo! I just went home for lunch and guess who is still sleeping? I guess the next two weeks will be full of wonderful slumber filled days for M. Don’t you wish we were so lucky? No cares in the world!

Well, I decided to burst that bubble and wake her up because I just HAD to tell her about the mechanic I spoke to about her window. I told her all about how he thought the price she paid was ridiculous and they could have done it for less than half, potentially. Her response? “Yeah, and they probably wouldn’t leave two big scratches in my door.”

What an idiot. Seriously. I went and looked at her door after and I couldn’t see any scratches but I did see duct tape residue all over everything. I wonder if that’s what she is talking about? If she thinks that duct tape goo is a scratch, I am gonna flip a lid.

SEVENTEEN-FIFTY!?

M got her window fixed today! She got up bright and early (before I was even up!) and took her car down to the crooked repair shop that she got her champagne shitbox from. They screwed her over on that car but she is still taking her new one to the same place. God. So, she tells me when she gets home that she got her car fixed for free! She boasts about how getting the window fixed would have cost her 1750 dollars but the shop guy told her that he would accept the champagne shitbox back as payment. So she actually saved money! Now, I know what you’re thinking. She traded a car for the ability to make her window go up and down? Yes, she did.

This is so infuriating. She actually accepted what they told her. A window regulator costs 1750? Give me a break!!! I am calling an auto shop RIGHT NOW. Ok. I just called the place that I got my car fixed at and he told me he would call me back to give me a price. I then explained to him that it is actually my friend’s car and she got it fixed elsewhere but that I was trying to prove to her that the price she paid was ridiculous. He asked me how much she paid and I told him 1750. He was SHOCKED. “SEVENTEEN-FIFTY!?! The dealer wouldn’t even charge that much!” He is calling me back with a quotation.

*update: Ok, he called me back and said this much. He said that the motor of the power window would be 500 dollars but that it is extremely unlikely that the motor would fail because they simply don’t fail. He said the absolute worst case scenario (if every single thing inside the door that controlled the window failed, which is unlikely), it would cost $1000 including labor. He said that more likely, it would be 300-500 dollars.

Anyway, after she dropped her car off at that place to get fixed, she took a cab to her day job to tell them that she wants to quit. Well, according to her, her boss wouldn’t let her quit. He told her to take the day off (wtf, she’s had like ten days off) and think about it. So, because she was too cheap to pay a cab again, she walked 36 blocks home. Then later she took another cab to the shady shop she got her car done at. 32 dollars in cab fair today. We have buses, you know.

She texted me and told me that she is on vacation for 2 weeks. I wrote back, “Um, you’re not on vacation, you’re unemployed.” She told that she still has her day job but she is taking two weeks off. And I asked her why she needed a vacation when she doesn’t go to work anyway. This is the rest of the convo that I ended up saving:

M: I am on vacay cuz I’m waiting to hear back from Starbucks. So if I get it, I can quit, and if not, well I had a nice vacation and then I can go back.
SS: Paid vacation?
M: I am still working at the gas station though. I have all graveyards for the next two weeks. And no, not paid vacation but it wasn’t optional, lol. At least I have something to back to if Starbucks doesn’t work out. (Please note that later on I asked her if she works tonight and she said, “No, not until Thursday.” So when she says “I have all graveyards for the next two weeks,” she doesn’t mean every night. She means ONE.)
SS: I don’t understand the point of you getting a second job at the gas station. Why didn’t you just work during the day at one job? You have made far less money since getting a second job.
And then she walked in the door, so she had to awkwardly answer that question in person, rather than in text. What she said was something like,
“I realized that I am not the type of person that is able to work two jobs.”

SUCCESS FOR ME.
FAILURE FOR M!

Remember back when she sent that long e-mail to S. Let me just quote it! Oh my god, I am giddy right now. She said,

“And if it does all go horribly wrong, well then everyone can say "I told you so" and I'll say "you were right". But it won't go wrong; I am going to make those payments, pay it off early ideally, and all is well.”
Guess what! I TOLD YOU SO! Stupid cow.

Montreal Bound

Today, I looked at M’s car window to see the bag she taped on and laugh. Well, it is even worse than I expected. She taped a clear plastic bag with duct tape. That seems like a normal quick-fix and I would have done the same. What I wouldn’t have done though, was put the duct tape all over my shiny black paint on the car door. I am serious, folks. There was at least two feet of tape making contact with the paint of the car. I peeled back one corner of the tape and sure enough, paint was stuck to it. And so it sits, baking in the sun.

S informed me that M told him that she is looking for her own place. This is fucking absurd, ok? You don’t even want to know how angry this makes me. First of all, I make nearly double what she made at her day job and I can barely afford to live without a room mate. Second of all, M owns nothing but the things in her bedroom. The plates, forks, couches, toasters, towels, tooth brush holder, pots, pans – EVERYTHING is mine! Third of all, I have NO debt and she has thousands and thousands of dollars worth.

She also told S that she is going in on Monday to quit her day job. So that means she now has a part time job only. At a gas station. So depressing.
And she told him that the Starbucks interview went well, in her opinion. She sent the interviewers a hallmark card in the mail. I’m sure they’ll get it well after they have made their decision not to hire her ass. But she did say that if she gets the job, she is going to ask to be transferred to Montreal.

Oh, my, god. Good riddance. I will personally pack every belonging of hers. I will drive her to the airport and walk her onto that plane. Montreal, I am sorry.

Parasites

Last night, M got smashed at the birthday party we attended. I only went to the pre-party and she was already pretty tipsy by the time I left so I can imagine how drunk she got as the night progressed. M is not an angry drunk or a slutty drunk, she is a loud-falling-over-drink-spilling-annoying-drunk. She falls off her chair laughing hysterically and needs help walking to and from places. I have driven her home before and she will open the car door when we park and just let herself fall out onto the pavement.

Well, M got sloppy drunk like that last night! But this time, she drove herself home! She is dangerous enough on the road with a sober and clear head. Knowing her, she will take out a bus full of school children that were on their way to an AIDS curing convention and she’d still make it out unscathed.

S had a hockey game that we all ended up going to this afternoon. When we came out, it was pissing rain and we all noticed that M’s passenger side window had completely fallen in! This shit only happens to her.

Now, if that was my car, and it was pouring rain, I would immediately get in my car and drive to the nearest place that sells garbage bags to cover it up. What does M do? She walks around the parking lot talking to various people, just shootin’ the shit, making lunch plans, etc

M has a new friend! Her name is Sarah and she has been a part of our group of friends for awhile. She was the girlfriend of one of the guys on the hockey team until about a week ago. This girl is very bitter about the break up, so she is desperate to stay in the group. She has decided to do this by befriending the only other person who longs to be involved, M! When B and I came to my place after the game, Sarah and M were lazing about on the couch wearing pjs and eating pizza. Sarah’s clothes were all over the bathroom, her make up spread over the counter, and a wet towel all bunched up on the floor. She showered at my fucking house.

This is not cool. Fucking parasites. She is only friends with M because she is lonely and doesn’t drive. She needs someone dumb enough to come pick her up 20 minutes away at a whim. I don’t understand what these two people talk about. They are SO INEPT. I’m sure they spend their time boo-hooing about how everyone ignores their phone calls.

Believe It or Not

Today, M did not get up for work. I did see via Facebook that she was up at 8am, commenting on various photos and updating her status, but she did not actually go into work. At least not on time. I’m sure I’ll see her when I go home for lunch though!

Could you imagine going into work after missing two days in a row without even calling them? I don’t think I could bring myself to do it. She has to feel some sort of shame, right?

Tonight, we are both supposed to be attending a birthday party together. Super duper fun!

Update: M no longer works at her day job. I found this out thanks to facebook. Now, I wonder if she got fired, if she quit, or if she just stopped going and everyone is just assuming she doesn’t work there anymore. Either way, she can spend all day lazing about in bed now! Until she doesn’t have a bed anymore and she has to spend all day lazing about in her new home – her car.

CHA-CHING

Annnnnnnd M slept in this morning! She is probably still sleeping, actually. I am true to my word though, and I did not make any effort to wake her. She has big “career plans” as a barista at Starbucks anyway. She don’t need no stinkin’ job! Oh but she did just tack 900 dollars onto her debt yesterday.

WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! WHY ISN’T SHE WORKING!?!?!?!?!

THIS IS SO RIDICULOUS.

Update: M was still asleep when I went home for lunch at around 1:30 but she was up when I got home at 4:30. I tried not to talk to her but she was so damn chipper! I guess a full night and a day worth of sleep will do that to a person! She is headed off to work a 6-11pm shift at the gas station. I like how she was supposed to have worked a 13 hour work day but only ended up working a 5. CHA-CHING! The dollaz are just rollin’ in.

Another Run In

Guess what!? If you guessed that M didn’t go to work today then you just won yourself a brand new room mate! Seriously, come fucking take her.

No worky today! This time though, it was because she had a job interview. Yes, the famed Starbucks job interview she has been blabbing about for at least a week now. The interview is from 12-2pm. That’s major! Why is Starbucks so crazy about this shit? You’re making lattes, people.

She also informed me that the shitbox got towed today. Not by her, but by the police! Yep. She left the car sitting there for so long that the cops came back and got it towed. I mean, seriously, they told her that legally they are able to arrest her but even that didn’t light a fire under her ass to get that thing off the road.

The police are charging her 300 dollars for the towing fee and issuing a 600 dollar fine for parking the box on a public street with no insurance.

And how did the interview go? I don’t give a shit.

Smart-Car-For-A-Day

Today, my car needed to go in for repairs and I was gifted with a Smart car as a loaner! I was so excited that I just HAD to show everyone I know. So, I did, but then everyone had things to do and that left me and my smart car all alone. In a momentary lapse of judgment, I called M and told her that she had to come drive around in my smart car with me. She said that she would love to but she wouldn’t be able to until 9pm. I said that was fine and I would see her later.

Then I got home and I realized that… I don’t like her. I don’t want her to ride in my smart-car-for-a-day. But I knew that if I was around at 9pm, I’d have to go cruisin’ with her. This is when I decided to go to bed. So I am going to sleep at 8:45pm in order to avoid spending time with M.

That’s almost kind of sad.

Breakfast for Dinner

Tonight, I made pasta with tomato sauce and garlic bread for dinner. M, I suppose in an effort to be friends with me again, stayed in the kitchen the entire time that I was making dinner. She commented on the bag of pasta. She saw me pour the sauce. She watched me cook everything. This is all very important information because, as I finished plating my pasta and pouring the sauce over it, this happens:

M: You’re having breakfast for dinner!
S: …
M: You know, um… maybe it’s dinner for breakfast?
S: …
M: You know what I mean! You are having a breakfast food at dinner time!
S: …What are you talking about?
M: Aren’t those eggs?
S: No. This is pasta.
M: Oh…

Wtf.

Happy Happy

Ahhh, today was a nice day! I didn’t see M at all! Actually, I did see her car parked at the gas station where she is working. I heard her alarm go off at 11:30 this morning but she didn’t actually get out of bed until 3pm. She is working a 4-11 shift this evening. That means that whenever she isn’t sleeping, she’s working. That blows. What a terrible life.

Also, the shitbox that the cops told her to get off the street like a week ago is still parked there. I feel another run in with the law coming on! I hope this one ends with a jail cell. I wish I could type the sound for giggling maniacally!

Blah Blah Blah

I got a call from S this afternoon and he told me that M just texted him and said, “Do you want to go see Eagle Eye tonight?” Oooohhh, burn! We saw that last night, without you! So he lets her know that he has seen it and she replies, “So then what are we going to do tonight?” Rather presumptuous! S tells her that he may be hanging out with a friend of his from out of town. That’s funny because he hung out with B and I all night.

Then, because S wasn’t able to do anything with her, I got a text. Unfortunately, I deleted them before I could copy them out but I have a reasonably good memory so this is the gist of what she said.

From M: What’s going on tonight? That is, if you are talking to by now. I have this month’s rent, as I always do, so there is no reason to be concerned. If you are still mad at me even though I have the rent, then I don’t get it. Whether I go to work or not is my business.

My reply: You’re right, I am concerned when you miss 5 days of work yet take on a huge loan. But, as you wish, I will not wake you up when you sleep in. I have tried to help you out but you just can’t help someone when they won’t do anything to help themselves.

Then M blabbed about how she is helping herself. She has an interview with Starbucks and she is quitting her current day job. She ended the text with something like, “That is all I am going to say about that shit, so whatever.” To which I said, “Yep. Whatever.” Hmm, I guess we’re not doing anything together tonight!