i ♥ the doers.
2:32 p.m. - 05.31.06

less than a month. less than a month.

the beach was great last night. so warm. red wine. white wine. gin and tonic. friends. i don't know who reads this anymore, so i don't think i will talk too much about last night.

i have to go to my old house (the one with the psycho ex roommate, james). get the rest of my stuff. apparently, even though james didn't pay any of the damage deposit (i paid his, and he never paid me back), but spray painted all of the walls, he's made an agreement with the landlord that he will clean the house, paint the walls, and get ALL od the damage deposit. what? so, he gets my $400 that i put into that house, so that he could trash it, and then clean it up and make money for it? what? oh, that and he's getting everyone else's damage. i know it's just money, but come on. why are people such assholes?

oh, and he yells at me for shit (still if i see him) that i haven't done, accuses me of stealing shit, and then gets defenseive when i tell him i'm missing things aswell. oh, my hip hop vinyl, and a bunch of my hip hop cds. him and i were the only ones in the house that listened to that shit. WHERE DID MY STUFF GO!? ah. i can't think of this anymore. i will get the last of everything, and that's it. i hope i don't see him tonight. fuck face.

i'm a little depressed right now. maybe i will be happy when i leave my house.

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