7/28/09 07:17 pm
Okay, so, this is the way things are...
I am back to the point of havin' no place to live on a permanant basis. I had been livin' out in Arguta for the longest now, thinkin' it was a permanant dwelling, at least for a year or thereabouts....
But out of fucking NOWHERE, the crazy bitch I've been working for in exchange for my dwelling just decided to rent it out to somebody. And what really chaps my ass the most is that I gave her the number to where I was working (working, to pay my light bill) in case she needed me. Well, she got an offer for the rent of that place and she called my MOTHER, my GRANDMOTHER, and JULIA!!! Not to mention she called some deacon or preacher or something named John Ross about my "legal trouble" and called a fucking homeless shelter "for me".
FUCK LINDA CLIFFORD is all I have to say. My Mother and Mamaw have all been "Well don't be hateful to her, it's not her fault, she's not wrapped too tight" and "She can't help it, her mind is all messed up"
Fuck that. I know how she is, and I know how it is. She saw a chance to make a little money, which I can empathize with, but where in the fuck do they do this shit? The shit where they invite you to stay with them, then constantly praise their work, and then throw them out when they get something that sounds a little better? That ought to have been in the arrangement.
But, that little house ain't even supposed to be a dwelling, as it is on a level 3 power bill. Also, I never signed no contract or agreement of any sort, so if she wanted to she could nail my ass to the wall if I was to start something, which I ain't even thought of doing...
But I tell you this much, she's REALLY pushing it, as far as I'm concerned, with this Miss Nicey-nice McSweetyface bullshit she's playing on my Mother. Which, thank GOD mother can see through it... but the thing is, it's not hard to see through. What burns my ass about it is that she's even going through the motions. You can clearly tell that she doesn't realize how fucking dumb she looks when she thinks she's being extra slick.
So, really, it boils down to the same classic-ass case of me trusting someone too fucking much. It ain't a case of me needing her though, and again, thank God, because if my life depended on her lunatic ass I'd be a fuckin' corpse.