gaslight

So basically a few months back I ran into a situation that required me to spend bill money on some other shit. Part selfish and frivolous and part necessity. It was my own fuck up really. I've been skating by since trying to make it to the end of December. Usually I get a nice chunk from Moms for Christmas. She and her husband are fucking loaded. They help me out usually when I have any major issue, but I don't like asking anyone for anything really because I'm too proud and like to handle my own shit. Anywho, December came and I was almost in the clear...Well my fucking rent check hit the bank before direct deposit from work made it into my account. =NSF fee from the bank and my check being returned. So the office crew at my apartments (who are a bunch of lazy bitches) didn't notify me what was going on until a note slipped into my door at 3:30 am last night. Coincidentally, why the fuck are they doing this at that time of the morning anyway? The note read something to the effect of I had until 5:00 pm today to pay $500 to the office or they're evicting me. NSF fee+ living expenses= I can't just pull $500 out of my ass in one day. The sick part is, if I had another week I'd have about $2000 of money that I owe to no one. Fat check from mad OT I worked, Christmas money, and a nice little payday because I owned my fantasy football league this year and the payout is nice. So now, during the holiday week, I have to pack up all of my shit, get a storage unit to put a lot of it in, change my addy with the postal service, get all utilities disconnected, move all couches/entertainment center/ tables/ massive amount of shit I've accumulated to said storage unit. A friend has graciously agreed to let me move into his house for a bit. Which actually he's been trying to get me to do forever because it would save us both money. But I said "no I like living alone" (see proud hard-head comment above^) Oh, and he's going home to the Outer Banks for the week. So, I have to clean out the bedroom I'm going to be occupying, which is full of his ex-gf's stuff she hasn't come to get yet, move that to the storage unit also, then get all my bedroom furniture together, move it in there along with all my clothes and personal shit I need regularly. Did I mention he has two big ass dogs I have to feed and walk a couple times a day as well while he's gone? All this is providing I can get use of a truck, (Maybe I'll just rent a fucking U-haul) and get help from someone to help me move all the heavy stuff because my little ass sure as hell can't lift a triple dresser alone ha! YEAH.....FUCKING AWESOME!

P.S. Not assuming that anyone will actually read my tale of woe, but if you did, thanks, and I hope you have a great Christmas and a Happy fucking NEW Year!

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Zonked by Mati Klarwein