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I MOVED OUT.

I didn't have much choice as my roommate left me a note saying that her hatred and disgust for me was greater than the anger I would soon feel once i found out what she had done. I decided that I didn't want to find out exactly what that was, since these type of situations usually involve a phone call to the police. I make with the jokes, because I don't do drama.
So I packed everything that I could fit into my little grey neon and split, eventually ending up back in Cincinnati. She called and asked when I was coming back to get the rest and mentioned that she thought i should give her august's rent, which is horse shit since I'm the one who paid most of the bills, purchased all the furniture and did most of the cleaning. Besides all those very good reasons, I moved out in the middle of the month, and I am definitely not going to pay rent on a place I don't live in. Especially when that nutcase is the reason I had to move.
Long story short is that she met another new loser in the series of disasterous affairs that she wanted to fuck more than me and he was uncomfortable because I intimidated the snot out of him. Eventually he'll realize why I passed on that long ago and instead relunctantly chose to be the roommate. When she gets bored or drunk she'll move on.
She threatened me in a note and stayed at his house until she figured it was safe, which is odd because the entire time she's known me I have never resorted to violence in her prescence. I am far too intelligent and have too high an opinion of myself to resort to brutish tactics like childish threats or mean-spirited stunts to get my way.
It turned out that she went through my stuff and took some personal things and went on my computer and erased all the pictures that we've ever taken during the past three years of adventures. She was trying to hurt me because I'm big on making albums, journals and keeping souvenir scrapbooks of great moments in my life. I had to break it to her that I already had copies of all of the pictures backed up on disk, which she should've known since I've given her copies of the pics at least three times. I also wished her luck in life and that she should try not to get anymore STDs since she had three already. It was mean, but more than justified under the circumstances.
I should have known better than to move in with her, but I figured that since we stopped being fuck buddies years ago things would be fine on a platonic level. I ignored or tried to deal with the well known fact that she was a demanding bitch and generally unpleasant to most people based on the lure of cheap rent.
The only bright spot in this debaucle is that I'm now free to continue pursuing a career in journalism and won't be tied down to her and that small town. Unlike her, I actually remember all the trips we took, people we met and adventures that we shared. Perhaps in the future i'll write a grand novel based on it all. Besides, I paid more in rent than she did and now she'll have to deal with the bills for that place all by her lonesome.
Still, I am sad because I wanted to be her friend long enough to watch her turn her life around. Her life was a train wreck and probably will continue to be for years to come, but it was entertaining. I felt that I owed it to history to at least be there to chronicle such a misspent youth, considering she doesn't seem to remember it.

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