I hate everyone. Like seriously. I thought my life was starting to semi-get in order. I’ve been reading literary masterpieces so that I have intellectual things to talk about with Dr. Love, my car situation is finally under control, Lucky booked a flight to come here over her birthday/the fourth of July, I’m about to move into a room with not only 4 walls and a door, but a walk in closet with places to hang my clothes, AND a bathroom; life was good. Then I get thrown under the bus like I’m invisible, yet again. Right before the end of my work day yesterday I get this email from Anth:
To: Gizzy, Doogie
How do you guys feel about Tim moving in? He’s either moving in, getting a single, or getting a double with me he says. I don’t see myself moving out so the last one probably can get tossed from the list. He would pay the $900 for the bigger room and parking for sure. Plus, he doesn’t do blow anymore. So, score. He’s probably going to come over Monday or Tuesday, whenever the next game is on to talk about it.
I was instantly fuming, texted Lucky that I would be calling her in 5 to vent, and got the hell out of work. If you all remember when I moved up here I explained that I live in the den in the basement aka the dungeon, where it is cold, dark, and loud. My bed is literally 2 feet from the furnace, air conditioning, the front door, and the garage door. Not to mention anytime anyone makes any kind of noise in the living room or kitchen the noise in amplified in my room times 100. So, when JM informed us he would be moving out memorial day weekend I was more than ecstatic to take over his room. Even if it did mean almost tripling what I pay now in rent.
Anth never really took my vow to move upstairs seriously, and asked me every other day if I was going to take over JM’s room when he moved out. The answer was always a yes, without hesitation. So it was quite a surprise to get this email 2 weeks before JM moves out, especially when we just talked the other day about how JM would forfeit his security deposit over to me so that he didn’t have to notify the landlord that he was moving out and have him come in and do an inspection and all that goodness. Everything was all set, until this.
Lucky and I kind of came to the conclusion that maybe he was trying to lock in a more permanent roommate since I had clearly stated from the beginning to them that if Lucky moves here, I am outro and living with her. But, since that wouldn’t be for at least another 4 or 5 months I didn’t think looking for a replacement roommate was that big of an issue yet. We had also decided that I shouldn’t reply to the email and I should confront him face to face when I got home, clearly this talk with Tim has been going on for a while and this was just the first I was hearing about it, Anth was obviously trying to be passive aggressive so he didn’t have to tell me I am getting the boot to my face. While we’re on the phone Doogie replies to the email:
Yes. That’s awesome. I see myself rocking out waaaaaaaay more hahahahaha
Really? I thought if anyone was going to have my back it would be Doogie since he is the most level headed one out of the bunch. Clearly not. So I get home from work, all fired up, stomp up the stairs in my stilettos and pencil skirt ready to go hammer on Anth, and of course this is THE ONE DAY he isn’t home when I get home. And he doesn’t show up until 8pm at night, clearly to ensure everyone else is already home knowing I don’t want to be a drama queen and go off on him in front of everyone, I’m sure.
Anyway, when I saw he wasn’t home I decided I had no choice but to reply to the email because I couldn’t hold in my anger any longer:
So I don’t deserve 4 walls and a door anymore, asshole? I don’t even know who the fuck Tim is.
No reply. Pretty typical, now he was scared. Hence the not coming home until 8pm. He walked in, we had a living room full of people and I immediately gave him the death glare. He was able to put the subject off for a good 10-15 minutes until Doogie brought it up. Anth looked at me and says, “Yeah, you don’t have to get so defensive, obviously the room is yours if you want it, I was just explaining all our options.” Everyone stared at me for a response so I just repeated what the email said when Doogie’s girlfriend Patty chimed in, “Clearly Gizzy has paid her dues and deserves the room, YOU DICK!” Thank you, Patty! Anth defends himself, “Well I just wanted to give you the choice since it’s a lot more expensive.” I just turned my head away to watch tv. Bastard.
After I retreated to the dungeon for the night to go to bed I hear Doogie ask Anth, “So what’s the deal with Tim moving in?” to which Anth replied, “Well obviously if Gizzy wants the room it’s hers. Tim could live downstairs but I really don’t think he’d be up for that. So if he moved into JM’s room it would be cheaper for everyone.”
Well heres some news assholes, if Tim moves into JM’s room – Gizzy moves out! Ooohhh, now it’s more expensive for everyone and there will be no one around to buy things like dishsoap, papertowels, toilet paper, and trashbags, or to clean up after you filthy animals. How ’bout them apples? Assholes.
PLUS! And I quote, “He doesn’t do blow anymore. So, score.” Ummmmm… have fun tracking down your new 60 inch flat screen when that crack head sells it for drug money. Idiots. They’ll be sorry.
Reason # 17,834 why I HATE men.