Quote of the moment:

Think it's easy to wear lipstick? ~ Eddie Izzard, Lust For Glorious
What have you been reading, the gospel according to St. Bastard?~Eddie Izzard, Dress To Kill.

Random Rants:

I'm getting tired of being screwed over. I worked long and hard to obtain the things I have and I get very pissy and emotional when my things are messed with.

Example: Monday I noticed my gas level as I always do when I first get in my car. I don't like surprises. Having an empty gas tank can really mess with your day. I had filled up on Saturday and had visited my family on Monday. I had a 3/4 of a tank when I got home. I took Sue Bee to work the next day and noticed I was at half a tank. Huh? Now I'm leaking gas? Funny because there was no evidence of that. Keep in mind that Sue works just down the street and it doesn't suck up that much gas in just a couple of days.

Wednesday night when we picked Sue up we decided to go to the grocery store to fill our empty fridge and pantry. Our roommate had been eating all our food and leaving crap for me to fix the kids. In our house the kids eat first. If there's anything left over then we can have it. We often go hungry so that they can eat. The fact that she was just helping herself to their food really pisses me off. Anyway to get back on topic here, she invited some of Sue's friends over for a hair dyeing party. Using my hair dye of course! Anyway, I had pissed her off previously, still don't know what I did but that's beside the point. She decided that she was going to go joyriding in my car. Funny thing was that I was not only home but wide awake. She had been begging for permission to drive my car. I held firm with my not only a no but a hell no! She has no license! Like I'm going to let an unlicensed driver that is not on my insurance. I have an expired inspection sticker. I don't have any extra money yet to get it done so I had been trying not to drive the thing myself. I couldn't find my car keys anywhere and thought maybe I had left them in the car. I went out to see if they were there and if they were I was going to take the laundry out of my car. My car was gone!

She told Sue's friends it was okay for her to take the car because I was cool with it and she took it all the time! I never once gave her permission to drive the fucking thing! I chewed her a new asshole and resisted the urge to smack her shit eating grin she had on her face. I'm sorry but "Ooopsie, sorry" doesn't fly with me. She shot a "Uh oh, Busted!" to our friends. My question is this. People who know me know I don't let anyone drive my baby but my parents. I don't even let my own brother drive my car. You'd think these people would have questioned it or asked me. Nope. I should have called the cops. She's lucky nothing happened.

Because she had lost my trust with the whole car thing I had a sneaking suspicion that she had taken other things. Like Sue's missing Ipod, our Tales From the Crypt, my makeup. Sure enough, my suspicions were correct. I found some of my jewelry in her jewelry box. Her excuse was "You must have put it there yourself when we were playing dress up." Um, no. I didn't bring my stuff out when they were doing that. She had her tacky costume stuff out. I don't wear tacky costume jewelry if I can help it. Also I found my missing gift cards and my missing makeup and makeup brushes. She also took some of my face creams and stuff. I know what you're thinking. In order to turn a profit the makers of that stuff made more than just the one set. I own very specific brands. I have sensitive skin and back in the day, before the kids entered my life and I had extra money to spend on little luxuries. I shop mainly at Sephora and the Nordstroms makeup counters for cosmetics. My skin care is all antiwrinkle. I'm 30, this child is 18. Why does she need antiwrinkle cream? The best part was what I found tucked in a shoe box at the top of her closet. My ATM card. Now how in the hell did it go from my daily planner to her shoe box? According to her it just materialized out of thin air. The reason why our stuff was in her room was because our stuff was all over the house. Um, duh! It's our house! Of course it's all over the house! How it got in her room when these things were safe and sound in the places they belonged is beyond me. She had to have taken them. She didn't take my gas card because it had expired. I have no idea if she had used the gift cards yet but I'm going to check the balances soon. When we confronted her, her reaction was one of 'so I don't give a shit'. she showed no emotion whatsoever. I think she thought we were bluffing when we said we were calling the cops on her. She was full of excuses, none of which made any sense. She only showed emotion when the cop showed up. She made it look like we were just picking on her. He treated us like we were just picking on her. I'm holding firm to the whole booting her ass out this weekend. I want her out before any of my other stuff disappears. 

Our old roommates did this shit to us only they threw out the stuff their brats broke. They took the kids stuff. They messed with our electronics, broke Sue's laptop and planted a virus in the other machine. I know that Sue's stuff keeps disappering and being messed with because they're trying to make it look like I did it. They want me gone. I know I sound paranoid but it makes sense. The other roommates hate me. They would tell Sue stuff to make her pick a fight with me. The problem was that she told me what they were up to. I knew they were trying to play us against one another so I would get kicked out and they could stay permantently. Same with the other bitch. She wants me gone. She got greedy when it came to my car though. If anything ever happens to it I know who to look at first. Stupid greedy bitch. I still need to find out what she and Sue talked about last night when they went outside. She came in the room in a better mood so who knows. I wonder what lies she passed on this time around.

Ok, so this is the way it's going to be, from time to time I'll put some new stuff on here, poetry, a short story, or one of my idiotic rants.

I have a tendency to ramble on and on about total and complete rubbish without coming to any real point. My problem is that I suffer from ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder for those of you who don't know) and my mind shifts gears rapidly. It can get kind of confusing so just bear with me and I'll try not to confuse you too much. I'm mainly using this space as a place to vent or get the creative juices flowing (writer's block is such a pain)

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