a rant a long time coming

first things first. JuPoThiMo –

1 – i am a good mommy
2 – i do feel like i am catching on at work
3 – there’s a bottle of pinot grigio in the fridge with my name on it
4 – going out for bbq tonight. i am not southern in many ways (don’t like tea/grits), but i have a weakness for good, north carolina style bbq. none of this thick sweet sauce crap. no chicken. sorry kansas. and no beef. sorry texas. not even ribs. sorry memphis. real bbq is a nice pork shoulder cooked low and slow then pulled or chopped with a masterfully made vinegar based sauce. mmmmmm. making my mouth water just thinking about it.
5 – i have great boobs

had a nice low key night last night after my first week of work. had friends over and hung out, made snackies, drank wine, and played scene it on the 360. it was fun. i hadn’t seen taylor (old coworker / old roommate / bestest athens buddy) in weeks so it was good to catch up. i use to live with her and two other girls until couple of months into our lease, things got unexpectedly serious with mylove, and i moved in with him. i had still been paying rent and part of the utilities (because my name is on the lease), but i haven’t lived there since november/decemberish of 2007.

i do love that apartment and part of me wishes i would have had more of a chance to enjoy it. great location. cute, girl apartment decorations-wise. but i also love living with mylove. walking around naked, no argument over utilities or cleaning. and certain activities that can take place anywhere at any noise level. its nice.

but i do feel bad that i moved out on the girls though. for several reasons. i left them splitting utilities 3 ways instead of 4. taylor and i were closest of the 4 of us living there. i kind of left her hanging in a way-less-douchey-heidi-moves-in-with-spencer-and-abandons-lauren kind of way. but her boyfriend just finished up his last tour with the band he was with and moved in. i had to move most all of my stuff still there out to make room and gave him my key. i know i made a commitment when i signed the lease and i should be helping out a friend so i also feel kinda bad making him pay my full share of the rent. but numbers wise it was logical and i just couldn’t afford to help him out after not really working for 4 months.

i feel the worst about how the 4th girl has turned out as a roommate. originally, there were 3 of us looking for an apartment. when we found the place they are currently living in, we fell in love with it. unfortunately, they only have 4 bedroom units. we needed a 4th to really afford the place. we looked for awhile but couldn’t really find anyone, so as a desperate attempt, i asked wonderboy, my (at the time) sort of ex’s, sister if she would want to live with us. i knew it would be kind of awkward, but she’d already "been dealing with me" since middle school, so whatever. we were desperate to find someone quickly. but since i am her connection to the other girls in the apartment, i have always felt sort of responsible for how she acts as a roommate – especially after i left them there with her.

yeah. that is become an ongoing drama.

she has thrown big parties where her friends have thrown up on our balcony, broken things, drank our expensive alcohol and she’s left the place trashed afterward.

we have one couch you have to be careful with and she constantly messes it up.

when she does clean the common area, its at weird times at like 6 in the morning and mostly she just slams shit around.

she leaves lights on til the point where they burn out and she doesn’t replace them, clothes in the laundry even after leaving town, the house with the door unlocked (constantly, even after posting reminder notes), and random things in the bathroom.

speaking of the bathroom, she hasn’t bought toilet paper since the girl she shares a bathroom with moved in last august. finally the other girl started keeping her toilet paper in her room because she was tired of the mooching. she won’t even buy toilet paper when she has friends and family in town. she even started using paper towels (that she also didn’t buy). well, as any person with common sense knows, paper towels clog toilets. even after the other girl told her the toilet was clogged, she continued to use paper towels until it started overflowing and flooding the bathroom. people with common sense would always turn off the water to the toilet in this situation, but she waited till the dirty toilet water was inches deep for turning it off. worst of all. she waited days to clean up the mess and over a week to unclog the toilet with a plunger the other girl had to give her.

she destroys kitchenware. even her own, and then gets confused about it. fyi – you can’t cook a pizza on a cookie sheet with no foil on it and then use a pizza cutter on it and wonder why there’s a big star left behind.

she leaves food out on the counter and in the refrigerator. and it you throw it away, even after its three weeks past its expiration date, she gets mad at you.

and she’ll put the ac on 50 degrees with sliding doors and windows open when no one’s home or its like 3am. then she’ll complain about how high the power bill is.

bills are kind of a soft spot with her. after not living there for 17 months and still paying rent and the cable bill, i finally decided that since i was technically subleasing my place to taylor’s boyfriend, i wasn’t going to pay the cable bill anymore. that made their 3 shares go up $7.50 each. i got a phone call where she called me a bitch, threatened to take legal action, threatened to make me get my stuff out (which consisted of my bed so they had a guest bed and basically the entire living room), and she told me she felt sorry for me. she even tried to blackmail me into paying by refusing to pay her share until i do. oh and all this craziness came after taylor offered to pay the extra amount for her since she felt bad. literally hours after the phone call, she paid. oh.. ha! and i just realized the other day that she unfriended me on facebook. ouch. the ultimate rejection. that one really stung.

so to recap.

i felt really bad when tay came over last night telling me about the latest episode in the ongoing roommate drama that i feel responsible for. the roommate just left to go to las vegas. she left food out on the counter. clothes in the laundry, and boxes of her crap from packing in the livingroom. oh and without even apologizing or offering to buy a new on before she left, she broke the other girl’s bathroom scale. she needed to weigh her luggage which meant slamming suitcases down on top of the scale until it actually cracked. didn’t even say a word about it. just left it there.

if you’ve read this far, i’m impressed. just needed to vent. i’m glad this person, and her crazy family, is out of my life – a realization a couple of entries back (see ‘detatched’). in the mean time tay and i are counting down the days until we each move into new places with our significant others.