Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Never insult anyone by accident.
OK. So it's been almost a year since I posted. A really really really busy year. Really stressful. Lots of changes. Some good, some not so good. I now have entirely too many people in my house. To compliment this, they have pets. I have WAAAAAYYYYYY to many furry friends in my house. They all can't get along either. This makes navigating through the house, potty breaks and dinner interesting. Tank and Zion have decided they don't like each other. They fight. I don't mean wrestle. I mean they I'mgonnaripyourthroatoutanddrinkyourlifeforce fight. Someone must at all times be contained. Everybody wants attention. Only so many can get it at once. Furthermore, one of the people that live in my house has a psycho pomeranian. She barks constantly and can't get along with anyone. She stays locked in one of the bedrooms unless she's going out to potty. Did I forget to mention, said owner of dog is currently in jail. I've been taking care of this demon spawn for two months. I hate this dog. When I say hate, you may think this a strong word. I think the word is too soft. I would like to launch this dog into space for permanent residence. Now, recently an old friend called and said "I need a place to stay for a while because I lost my job." Said friend came to my home with girlfriend and two dogs in tow. Sandy does not like said dogs. Shocker. Did I mention how much I hate that dog? You'd think ok, this won't be bad. It's a big house. Plenty of room. Plus I have my master suite cave that is bigger than most apartments in NYC. However, what it doesn't say, is that over the years said friend has developed a drinking problem. I'm all about having an adult beverage every now and then. It can be a great way to relax and unwind. What I'm saying here is that A 40 OF CRAP ASS MALT LIQUOR IS NOT ACCEPTABLE EVERY DAY. Not only is it every day it's several times a day. My recycling bin is full of King Cobra bottles. First of all, this stuff sucks. Second, you don't have a job, don't be wasting money you don't have. Third, it's embarassing for my neighbors to see that crappy excuse for a drink in MY recycling bin. I am unsure about how to confront said friend on this matter. I think I'm going to have to be blunt and put it out there. I have a job and money to buy adult beverages and I don't purchase as many in a month as she does in three days. I'm tired of malt liquor bottles, I'm tired of people living in my house for free, I'm tired of not having room in my fridge for my crap and I'm tired of not being able to walk in my back yard without stepping in a yard bomb.