Monday, may 1st. I'm not talking about the impending boycott... but, rather, the cleaning out of my soon to be ex-roommate's room.
We are evicting her. Tomorrow morning the locks get changed, things we can't sell will go out onto the street, and we will pawn or sell everything else to pay for her three months in unpaid rent. Her place is a mess. I am not excited about this at all - the three foot pile of clothing, the art supplies and breakable things. I'm a nice guy - I don't want to break, sell, or hold her things for ransom... but she is a child.
a sad child.
what makes it worse - is that she is a lying, scared child. So, she has hidden for weeks and has continued to say that she will pay us tomorrow (for four months). I have to buy plastic gloves and lots of garbage bags. I will not be a happy camper...
... maybe slightly entertained by not having any remorse for digging through someone's personal things ...
but I will be very angry and I will use cuss words.
"I copy that" is walkie-talkie talk for - I understand, will do, gotcha, ok, alright, yup, uh-huh, and much more depending on the inflection of the voice.
- ► 2007 (29)
- ▼ April (8)
- ► 2005 (245)