Now I'm gonna take you outside and show you crazy...

[obliviousally_lj]

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Yesterday was a bit of a clusterfuck.

After class and seeing Rob, we came home to find Al in the driveway with the truck.

First, here's some backstory: Al's crazy fucking daughter Melissa stopped taking her medication (she's around our age, if not older, has a kid that was taken away from here and is severly mentally fucked. She's on foodstamps and medicade and all that that good shit, essentially, she doesn't have to work) and flipped shit and was booted from her apartment. She went to the Cleveland Health Clinic and her furniture came here. Whatever. It's an inconvience, but I can deal with it.

However, it was taking up a lot of space. I told Al, "I'm going to move some of these around and use them, since they might be here for a bit and I don't want them wasting valuable space.". I don't know if it went over his thick head or if he's just stupid (probably the latter), but we got a call about a week ago complaining about us using one of the stands (an almost $400 BOUGHT BRAND NEW, apparently, Ashley Furniture stand) for our TV. OH NO. GOD FORBID. He bitched about us banging it up (which we had not, it was already scuffed and scratched when it was brought in the house). He told us to move it. I, of course, have been FUCKING BUSY this last week and a half. I had not had time to move it.

So he took it upon himself to come into our bedroom, move everything around (crumple a commission TJ just got back from Anthrocon, because he has no goddamn respect for other peoples' belongings) and put the stand in the truck.

Then.

THEN.

We got into it in the front yard. At, like, 10PM. He's bitching about not having any money and about us not telling him we were using Melissa's furniture (which we had, and Is tated that numerous times). He's bitching about the house being cluttered. Not because he's wanting to show it or anything, but because he thinks it's 'dirty'. Or complaining about the fact that I should do dishes more than once a week (uh, wut?). Because, as I told him, he obviously knows exactly what I do every day. Yeah, the sink usually has a few dishes in it. Y'know why? Because we eat every day and I don't do the dishes the moment one hits the sink.

Welp. I guess he's one to pass judgement there because he lives in a house that smells like a litter box with 20+ cates in dog crates and a pretty bad hoarder complex. Plus having someone to do their dishes every day.

He bitches about us 'having money to blow on things'. Like what, do you ask? A TV and a new mailbox.

The TV which we got from Angie for free and the new mailbox which was a whopping $10 (which I told him my mother bought for us because we don't have a box). No, he doesn't need to know what I do with my money or even how much I have. That is not his business.

He complains about the bills. Despite the fact we told him WHEN WE MOVED IN that we would help. He stated something about a few months back, or even back in the winter. Yes, because I had the extra income to even consider helping with bills. I barely had the money to put food in my mouth.

It was just astounding.

Y'know what? You don't have any fucking money? Sell some of your goddamn belongings. Those three cars sitting in your driveway? One of which is your mothers' who is dead now? Sell it. Stop hanging on to things like that for 'sentimental value' when you're in a dire situation. Sell some of the 30++ model cars you have in your basement. I remember him spending $500+ on just one single purchase of model cars. You know what I do when I strapped for cash? I trade in my games and movies. I WORK. I take on commissions and I sell artwork.

Now he called and is bitching about "DON'T PUT THE MAILBOX UP THERES A REASON THERE'S NOT ONE THERE I DON'T WANT THE CITY OR THE HEALTH DEPARTMENT KNOWING SOMEONE IS STAYING THERE THEY'LL COME DOWN AND LOOK INTO IT AND THEN I'LL BE SCREWED.". Welp. If you'd have fixed up the fucking things that are wrong with the place, it wouldn't be an issue, now would it? I already have mail addressed to come here. What the fuck?

I really wish we were actually renting here because then he wouldn't be allowed to step foot in the place without our permission AND we'd have a rental permit so he'd HAVE to fix the things wrong with the place.

I can see why the last tenants trashed the place before they left. I'm tempted to do the same.

So, now, since we have a little money, we're looking for somewhere else to move. Because, quite frankly, I'm not putting up with his shit anymore. No, he has not threatened to kick us out. I believe Karen (TJ's mother) wouldn't take too kindly to that. But I know he's going to keep giving us shit for his mistakes and him not getting his shit together.

Angie, know of any cheap places that'll take pets out there in Kent?

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I have used this damn RAEG icon more than I've needed to lately. Ugh.

OH. Also. The gas is due to be cut off by the 8th. Awesome. There goes more of my money. I have to look into getting it in my name or just paying the $154 that's overdue. Whichever is cheaper, I suppose.

Comments

[squeeji.livejournal.com]

What a fucking piece of work.

[obliviousally.livejournal.com]

I KNOW RIGHT??

[hellebore.livejournal.com]

i forget the name of the complex (ill find it) that takes pets BUT they seem to have a few mold problems in a few of their units.

[obliviousally.livejournal.com]

Well, considering there's black mold in the house here...it's probably a step up. D:

I'm hoping I can find a place in Kent and just transfer to the main campus. But housing is going to be tight since school just started. :C

[advienga.livejournal.com]

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Ahem, I shall start looking for places for you guys!