Post by Agent P on Jan 2, 2008 16:11:08 GMT -5
I really wish I could sit here and make jokes and laugh about how I am not moving afterall, but I'm not in a happy, joke telling mood.
I used to always believe that I could trust my friends more then most members of my family. While that may still be true for some people, it went flying out the window today.
As some of you know I was supposed to move, yesterday as a matter of fact, with my friend Hop. You may recognize her as the person who I usually reference in the Post A Pic thread and the person who didn't know what "Pot calling the kettle black" meant. This has been planned now for 6 weeks. On December 1, I informed my landlord that I was moving out at the end of the month.
On December 23 I called her to see if she was going to Tremont (which is about 40 minutes south) for the holidays. She answered in the affirmative and we promised to stay in touch and make plans for the move.
On December 27, after 4 days of no talking, I walked to her house to see if she was home. No dice. I figured as much, so I left a note on her front door for her to read when she got home.
Over the next 4 days I diligently packed up my belongings and had my phone turned off.
On December 31, I threw my couch and my bed out. Figuring I can sleep on the floor for a night. I mean I have 4 blankets, it's not as if I would be laying flat on the floor.
On January 1 at about 6:00, I called Hop's house and I got a busy signal. Whoo-hoo! So I, once again, walked accross town to see her. I get to her house. No lights are on. Door is locked and the note is gone. I rationalize this by thinking she went to spend the night at her Gram's house. Okay.
Today at 11:30 am EST I log onto MySpace. I see that Hop was on last night and left several bullitans on the board. In addition she left a blog. What did the blog say, you might ask? She moved to Tremont. She didn't bother to tell me. She didn't bother to wonder what's gonna happen to me now.
She f***ing pulled down her pants and took a figurative shit on me, and quite honestly I'm pissed off. I'm trying to reach my landlord, but his phone is being a prick.
You wanna know something? I'll land on my feet. Knowing me I'll sleep this off tonight and feel better in the morning. But before then, I just had to get this off my chest.
I used to always believe that I could trust my friends more then most members of my family. While that may still be true for some people, it went flying out the window today.
As some of you know I was supposed to move, yesterday as a matter of fact, with my friend Hop. You may recognize her as the person who I usually reference in the Post A Pic thread and the person who didn't know what "Pot calling the kettle black" meant. This has been planned now for 6 weeks. On December 1, I informed my landlord that I was moving out at the end of the month.
On December 23 I called her to see if she was going to Tremont (which is about 40 minutes south) for the holidays. She answered in the affirmative and we promised to stay in touch and make plans for the move.
On December 27, after 4 days of no talking, I walked to her house to see if she was home. No dice. I figured as much, so I left a note on her front door for her to read when she got home.
Over the next 4 days I diligently packed up my belongings and had my phone turned off.
On December 31, I threw my couch and my bed out. Figuring I can sleep on the floor for a night. I mean I have 4 blankets, it's not as if I would be laying flat on the floor.
On January 1 at about 6:00, I called Hop's house and I got a busy signal. Whoo-hoo! So I, once again, walked accross town to see her. I get to her house. No lights are on. Door is locked and the note is gone. I rationalize this by thinking she went to spend the night at her Gram's house. Okay.
Today at 11:30 am EST I log onto MySpace. I see that Hop was on last night and left several bullitans on the board. In addition she left a blog. What did the blog say, you might ask? She moved to Tremont. She didn't bother to tell me. She didn't bother to wonder what's gonna happen to me now.
She f***ing pulled down her pants and took a figurative shit on me, and quite honestly I'm pissed off. I'm trying to reach my landlord, but his phone is being a prick.
You wanna know something? I'll land on my feet. Knowing me I'll sleep this off tonight and feel better in the morning. But before then, I just had to get this off my chest.