All Things Profane and Sacred

Man oh man. This weekend man. I just don't friggen know. Where to start. Well, I just fielded a call from the crazy ex-boyfriend. He just wanted to tell me that he is doing better, has a girlfriend and is having a baby. He says he thinks it will help him be responsible. I think that you should be responsible before having a child, and it is monsterous to use a living human being like that, but I didn't say anything beyond congratulations because that is the way I was raised. Maybe now that he has girlfriend/child he will stop calling me up and threatening crazy things when he is all crazy. The girlfriend/child will have to look out for themselves.

On the other front, I've been looking for a house in all my copious free time, because without warning or provocation, my landladies handed me my 3o day notice at the beginning of this month and wouldn't explain why they chose to evict me a few days after the bar exam. It has fucked me over something fierce-I think the stress alone from the bar exam would be managable without this on top of it. As it is, I had an emotional/mental breakdown yesterday. Anyhow, I'm not going to bore you with the whole "how I feel" bullshit spiel (hint: it rhymes with kangry and sbitter), but I did inadvertently find out why I'm being thrown out.

Saturday I had this weird package in my mailbox that was about the size of a box of checks, from a bank, with my address on it for "Wren-E Cat B&B, LLC." Wondering WTF, I opened it, and it was sure enough a box of checks, with my freaking address on them. I was going to call the bank to find out WTF, but then realized that I could just call the phone number on the checks. So, I punched it into my phone, and my phone tells me that the number is my landlady's cell phone.

So I'm all, those fucking cunts are making my house into a bed and breakfast! They must have known all this time and didn't bother to say a fucking word to me. They just waited until right before the bar and fucked me up the ass! And who the fuck is going to pay to go a bed and breakfast in the middle of the city with no privacy, with a white trash family down the street yelling and setting off fireworks?

But my deduction was incorrect. I took out my recyclables today, and the garage is full of scratching posts, litter boxes, litter, and framed pictures of kats and kitties. They are fucking making my house into a bed and breakfast for cats! They fucked me over, knowing I had the bar at the end of July, so they could start a business that is going to tank and ruin their rental property???? I'm going to be homeless in a few short weeks so rich weirdos can pay through the nose for their cats to have an entire house to themselves?

I am just constantly floored by human beings. I don't think I want to be an attorney anymore-I used to like people and want to help them, but now I've changed my mind. J says I'll eventually find this whole thing funny, but it's hard to laugh with an ulcer chewing a hole through your guts.