So my boyfriend and I leave for a day to stay with my uncle and we come home to our apartment all torn up, or room broken into, my TV stolen from there and used in the living room along with our hookah, a huge hole in the living room wall, 3 holes in the bathroom walls, my desk gone through, the new things my mom brought us completely disrespected, food everyone, cigarettes in the apartment, and when I walk through the door my roommate has the nerve to say “hey how was your uncles?”
Bitch, your boyfriend needs to go. Now.
2 weeks and he already has to have his head thrown through a wall by you? Yeah, I don’t think it’s meant to be.
Contemplating paying a grand to get her kicked off the lease and out of the apartment.
I get asked the same question “YOU’RE FROM CALI? WHY DID YOU COME TO OREGON HURR DURR!?”
Because I felt like it. You go try to live in Cali on minimum wage. =_=t
At Old Navy.
Couldn’t be happier. Alex and I both have jobs and are moving into a nice apartment at the end of this month. Life is good!