The Blog of mandy5367

I'm not feelin' bloggy right now, but I'm bored and figured I'd update for anyone that cares.

Things are....going. I found out I don't have to make a car payment this month so I think I'm going to concentrate on my other bills that have piled up. I've practically designed the art of never missing payments but always having bills to pay. Slowly beginning to hate America for making it impossible to live on my own.

I came home to a notice in my door last night, at 2am, that my water would be off today from any time between 8:30am-5:30pm for maintenance. What a pile of shit! I think I'm entitled to a little more notice than one day in advance that my WATER is going to be off. This place has started pissing me off. Raising my rent for police efforts, people fighting outside of my apartment every night for the past 3 nights, water's off randomly.

I can't wait for Jeff to be home for good so I can be happy all the time. He makes everything okay.

My store's going to start opening at 11 instead of 3 on august 11th, and I'm praying that this provides me with more hours. If not, I'm okay for now. I know I'm going to be okay, but I'd rather be comfortable. I wish I had the guts to demand rent from Alex. I just don't feel right telling people they HAVE to do stuff. I wouldn't want someone doing it to me.... if I didn't have a job or a place to live except my friends house I would hope they would let me stay without rent until I was on my feet again. Problem with that is it's never gonna fucking happen.... and if it did I would clean and cook and worship the ground they walked on and be out 12 hours a day trying to get a job.

I just don't think Alex knows how bad off I am, how much this place costs, and bottom-fucking-line I don't think he was raised with any financial responsibilities whatsoever so he couldn't even comprehend things if I told him. He's always lived nicely at his parents house with no demands to have and keep a job and pay bills or anything.

*sigh* But like I said, I'll be alright. It'd just help if he paid to be here. I suppose I can blame myself for not wanting to put fire under his ass to get him to pay, but I blame him first for not knowing he should already be doing this.

I don't think I have anything else to talk (complain) about. I like being optimistic but I have no idea how long this will last :/ Probably til Christmas, when I'll be struggling to buy presents for everyone. I should have my credit cards paid off by then though. He he. Tis the season of credit limits.