The Little Bitch

Currently chilling out with some Chill Music…

I’ve cleaned as much as I can of the kitchen. "As much as I can" because Louis & Sam haven’t done their dishes, and because Sinjay asked Louis to empty the rubbish bin and he still hasn’t done it.

I am SO OVER flatting with these little kids. They only cause grief.

Sam, the dum bitch, is being EXTREMELY picky about what kind of house they end up living in. I asked if her Mum has been searching for properties also, she said she has. But the "problem" is that her Mum keeps saying that they need to live near Louis’ work, and she keeps telling her Mum that it is industrial area. Her Mum shows her different houses available in the area, and Sam refuses to even give them a chance because "they’re ugly red-brick houses".

(Our house is a red-brick house).

She absolutely has no fucking clue about ANYTHING, the poor little bitch. I don’t know how the fuck she is EVER going to survive in this world. It’s like, you’re so-called "desperate" to move out… but hmmm no, not really, you really aren’t.

And what the fuck is her MUM relying on her hopeless 18yo daughter who has never lived out of home, and has NO FUCKING CLUE about anything, for !?!?!? I wanna slap her. How DUM can a 50yo be, honestly !?!? If I were her, I’d be like, "Honey, WE’RE the ones buying the property, WE’RE the ones that are investing in this, and you will live wherever I goddamn well send you."

I don’t know how these kids are supposed to survive in this world, with attitudes like that. Honestly.

What pisses me off, is that it DOES piss me off.

Because at the end of the day, they WILL go on and live their grand lives regardless of my anger about this.

And perhaps the "adults" felt the same way about ME when *I* was eighteen !!!

Grrr. The injustice, I tell ya.

I’ve told Sinjay that if they haven’t moved out by the time Cherub is 6mths old, we’re gonna have to literally ASK THEM to move out.

Cos so far, it’s all been Sam’s doing (or more so "saying"…. CLAIMING… bullshitting). We haven’t asked them to move out.. it’s not like they have a deadline to work by.

*sigh*

We are SO SO SO OVER her….. So over her….

The other thing that pisses me off is that… I am really quite proud of our little house you know… It’s a beautiful modern-cottage that is barely 3yrs old… and what little and admittedly-cheapo furniture we do have, looks GREAT inside these white walls and white tiled floors. TO ME… we live awright… We live well.. Yes, in comparison to most houses in the neighbourhood, it is a tiny little house.. But as far as I’m concerned, we live fairly luxuriously… And I’m quite happy with that. But I hate that our house is a DOWNGRADE to these little shits. And therefore, they don’t know how to appreciate ANYTHING. All they know how to do is complain about the things we DON’T have. Or they look down on what we have… I really feel like saying, "YOU go fucking work your arse off and see what YOU – OF YOUR OWN ACCORD – WITHOUT RUNNING TO YOUR PARENTS – can achieve !!!! GO ON !!! IIIIII DAAAAAARE YOUUUUUUUU !!!!!"

In other news, Joel is in Brisbane this weekend. So we’re all getting together for dinner tonight. As we are flat broke this week, we were more supportive of Joel coming back to our place for dinner. Louis asked if we might be able to afford something cheap like pizza. I said maybe. But I really don’t think we even have coins for pizza.

It’s a financially bad week this week. Firstly because Bebe forgot about the House Insurance Direct Debit – he ALWAYS forgets about this DD. Actually, so do I… And then because Bebe had to renew his license… And then because I went ahead and booked this Father’s Workshop for Bebe – but didn’t realise that the House Insurance had been DD’d. Such a mess. Anyhow… So we’re flat broke.

I tried the "$21 Challenge" this week. And I made up a "menu" of what we could cook for dinners with the food we already have in our pantry etc. I’m not sure whether the few things we had to buy would’ve come to $21 or not, but with the extra money (as we had a budget of $60) I was able to buy some fresh fruit & veggies. And we are SWEET for the week. I have cooked us dinner twice so far.

I was a bit bitter last night that Sinjay was just hangin’ ’round and not helping me with the cooking. (Because I really CAN’T STAND "the woman doing all the work"… I really can’t… it goes against the core of my being… Evident from when I was a mere thirteen years old and Steven asks me to get him a plate of food…. And I raised my eyebrows at him and said, "Excuse me?") (With most people I know reverting back to the "woman doing all the work" these days, I feel somewhat outdated now… The irony…)

Anyhow, I realised that it was of my OWN CHOOSING that I was cooking our meals this week – because I am precisely working at SAVING US MONEY. So yes…..

 

 

 

I really wish I had something interesting to write about… Something more meaningful to express…. But alas, I do not.