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littledevil78.livejournal.comhaha, this is funny!!
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Jan. 5th, 2005
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littledevil78.livejournal.comWell I have had an eventful day.
Got up this morning [Unknown site tag] came and got me and the girls and we dropped them off. Then we went to do some other shit. Went up the college, I could have wrung the bitch at financial aids neck..(the one in red, not the second one)
Then CC and I came back here and she cleaned my kitchen up hella good. THANK YOU!!! She left and I went to get the girls, now comes the interesting part...I came home and Dick (the landlord, and omg does the name fit) was here, he gave me my receipt for paying the rent...Sure enough I am caught, he asked me, "Opal, did some cats get into your trailer from underneath?" I just looked at him for a second, thinking well do I say yes or no. As I am not supposed to have them at all. But everyone else in the trailer park does also. So I said no they are mine. So then I get a big long lecture about not having animals and bullshit. About how they are going to mess his rent trailer up. Look this fucking trailer is at least 50 years old and falling the fuck apart. The ceiling of my kitchen/dining room is leaking and has been for well over three months. I complain about it and I am told, "Well we will get to it when we get to it." He did the same shit about my heater also. So next month the mother fucker is not getting his rent and I am not getting rid of Jinx and Zippy; I am moving. I don't know where to yet. But I will start looking tomorrow. No wonder all these damn trailers are empty. There are, I am guessing, about 30 trailers out here and probably only 10 of them are resided in. People move in and within 3 months move out. I have been here longer than all the others except for one. I always pay my rent on time and every month. So we will be gone, if not this next month, then soon after. FUCK him. I am just going to break my lease. The heater still doesn't work right, the ceiling leaks, there are holes under the bathroom sink, and so on and so forth. I have had it.
Oh and its official I need some damn antidepressants that DONT make me sleep all the time. I have an appointment tomorrow in Dallas to see the shrink, thanks to my friend Cheryl. Now I know what to expect, "you are depressed, here is a Rx, if you feel like hurting yourself go to the E.R., yaddayaydydaadydya." Now how the fuck do I get this Rx filled. Maybe I will be lucky enough to get some samples. :0)
I am off to bed; later.
Edit: Unknown LJ Tag= hellsphreak, and no I didn't spell this one wrong, for a change.
Got up this morning [Unknown site tag] came and got me and the girls and we dropped them off. Then we went to do some other shit. Went up the college, I could have wrung the bitch at financial aids neck..(the one in red, not the second one)
Then CC and I came back here and she cleaned my kitchen up hella good. THANK YOU!!! She left and I went to get the girls, now comes the interesting part...I came home and Dick (the landlord, and omg does the name fit) was here, he gave me my receipt for paying the rent...Sure enough I am caught, he asked me, "Opal, did some cats get into your trailer from underneath?" I just looked at him for a second, thinking well do I say yes or no. As I am not supposed to have them at all. But everyone else in the trailer park does also. So I said no they are mine. So then I get a big long lecture about not having animals and bullshit. About how they are going to mess his rent trailer up. Look this fucking trailer is at least 50 years old and falling the fuck apart. The ceiling of my kitchen/dining room is leaking and has been for well over three months. I complain about it and I am told, "Well we will get to it when we get to it." He did the same shit about my heater also. So next month the mother fucker is not getting his rent and I am not getting rid of Jinx and Zippy; I am moving. I don't know where to yet. But I will start looking tomorrow. No wonder all these damn trailers are empty. There are, I am guessing, about 30 trailers out here and probably only 10 of them are resided in. People move in and within 3 months move out. I have been here longer than all the others except for one. I always pay my rent on time and every month. So we will be gone, if not this next month, then soon after. FUCK him. I am just going to break my lease. The heater still doesn't work right, the ceiling leaks, there are holes under the bathroom sink, and so on and so forth. I have had it.
Oh and its official I need some damn antidepressants that DONT make me sleep all the time. I have an appointment tomorrow in Dallas to see the shrink, thanks to my friend Cheryl. Now I know what to expect, "you are depressed, here is a Rx, if you feel like hurting yourself go to the E.R., yaddayaydydaadydya." Now how the fuck do I get this Rx filled. Maybe I will be lucky enough to get some samples. :0)
I am off to bed; later.
Edit: Unknown LJ Tag= hellsphreak, and no I didn't spell this one wrong, for a change.
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