heartattacked

Last night I saw a drunk guy put his head through a window and found myself thinking about how I never noticed how cute he is. I need to stop that. Crazy, off-balance people are not what I need in my life.

The obnoxious guy who claims he hates our landlady and this building more than anything finally moved out - but he recommended the fucking place to his aunt so now she's moving into his apartment. If it's so bad, why tell a family member to jump on it? Freak. By the way, this building is awesome and our landlady is the shit. Let's just hope this bitch is a little less braindead than he is.

Oh oh oh, it doesn't really matter who's upstairs though, because sometime before June 25th, I'm moving in with my mom. I could come sleep here anytime I want, though, 'cause it will still be Zack's place. My relationship is suffering and I think it'd be best if I headed out, since all we fight about is bills and money. And I feel like maybe we just need to take the whole thing down a few notches. I'm not exactly a big fan of marriage, so I don't know why I've been living like I'm half of a miserable old married couple. So this is a llast ditch effort. We'll see how that goes.