I can’t believe that it’s payday and I’m already broke. WTF? I need a fucking raise. By the time I pay my rent and buy a few groceries, fill the car with gas and pay my cell phone bill, I’ve got maybe $50 to last me two damn weeks.
Can’t even find a cheaper place to live – the apartment rents around here just keep going up and there are actually waiting lists for units at the best places. Maybe I need to find a part time seasonal gig since Christmas is coming up and all the stores are hiring.
If I stash all the extra cash for working two months, I might be able to start looking for a house. It would be nice to not have to give my money to a damn landlord anymore and know that I’ll have something to show for all that money that I pay out every month.
Well, this weekend flew by. I actually pulled my Christmas tree out of the garage and put it up in the living room. It has lights already on it, so all I had to do was put the couple dozen ornaments on it and a garland and the angel on top. The top of the tree is such a topic of discussion – I love having an angel on top of my tree, but some people insist on having a star or some other kind of decoration.
Only two shopping weekends left to get all our Christmas presents bought and wrapped and then shipped off to all the family who are not close by.
One day I realized that I was doing it all. I did all the household work. I cooked, I cleaned, I did laundry, I paid the bills and I worked my ass off all day. He did nothing but complain and live off me for months. I can see being without a job for a week or two. But, god damn! Months? If you aren’t going to be working and bringing in the money, how about at the very least taking over the housework, cooking and laundry? It’s not fucking rocket science.
One day my sister just flat out asked me, why am I putting up with the crap? It was a moment of realization – I couldn’t think of a fucking answer that made any sense. So I went home, told him to get his shit packed up and be gone the next. He didn’t want to do it and we had a huge fight and I called the cops on his ass. Of course, that meant that he didn’t pack up his shit – I had to do it. typical.
But, I packed it, put it in a storage place and had his brother give him the key. I told him to tell the motherfucker to never come to my house again or I’d call the cops again. So far, that worked. And I’m happy being single again – half the work, half the expense and a whole lot more satisfying.
Seriously do not feel like cooking tonight. Its been a shitty day all day long. I can’t wait to get home, kick off my shoes, and get into my soft and cuddly PJs. The last thing I want to do tonight is cook dinner.
So now the big question is, which pizza place and what pizza sounds good? The last pizza I ordered for delivery to my house was Papa Johns and it sucked ass. I seriously could barely choke down even one piece of it. I had to throw the crap into the trash. I almost called to bitch out the manager, but I don’t believe that would have done a damn bit of good. If he wanted to give me money back, it would have been nice. But they should have paid me to eat that crap. And I doubt they would have given me a refund. They probably would have just made another shit pizza for me. What good would that do I couldn’t stand the first one. I sure as hell don’t want another one!
So there are three other choices that deliver to my neighborhood. I’ve got food old Pizza Hut, who sent me a pizza a couple years ago that gave us all food poisoning from the sausage topping they put on it. That was fun – NOT. I’ve got Dominoes and a little independent store called Jets. I have no idea how they got the name Jets for a pizza place. But, whatever. I called Jets once and the boy who answered the phone didn’t speak English. So I had to hang up on him.
Guess that leaves Dominoes. They had better not fuck up the pizza tonight. I’m running out of places to call and pizza is getting so fucking expensive, this might be the last pizza I ever buy.
OMG – just got home and when I was coming down the driveway from collecting my mail out of the box I heard the most god-awful yowling from behind my neighbors house. I don’t know what the fuck was going out but it was so loud and sudden that I practically jumped the fuck right out of my skin.
I bet it was some of the cats that belong to the bitch who moved in down the street. She moved into that rental house back in June and next thing we knew there were all these cats showing up at night, getting into our trash and yowling all night.
The yowling tonight sounded like a super fight. It just went on and on and since my bedroom window is in the back of the house it sounded like it was right outside of my window. Who the hell can sleep with that noise going on? Who can I call and make a complaint about this to make it stop?