this is how my night went.
started off getting all dressed up in my sexy kitty cat costume with plans of taking pictures (never happened). my boyfriend shows up and starts things off with a nice comment about how i need to work on my belly fat. so i was mad for a little bit then got over it. we went to dinner which was nice, came back and he answered for me definitivly that he is not seeing other girls (i had wondered for his lack of sex drive lately, but he says he was just giving me time since i've been dealing with so much. ok then we had sex, which is always good. just as i was walking him out to his car we discover my roommate in the street looking for (not chasing after... LOOKING FOR) my cat. now my cat tends to rush doors, so i've told him over and over and over til i'm blue in the face when you open the door, check where she's at and all you have to do is put your foot out towards her and she'll back up, then you can go out. really not that hard to do, you just have to remember to be aware. and if she does slip out, she runs about ten feet, looks around and decides her next move, runs another ten feet.. really not that hard to follow and catch. unless of course you walk outside, notice she's run out, stop to smoke a cigarette, THEN go look for her.
so then we proceed to spend two hours looking for my cat that my roommate let out, during which time i become convinced that i've lost my best friend of 7 years forever, and sob hysterically in the middle of the street. finally, finally we find her, and i'm happy for a few moments, then my hysteria turns to pure hatred. i want him OUT i said. boyfriend calms me down some, convinces me to take my meds, not do anything rash. but, mind you, this is the guy i've been living with for three weeks. he hasn't paid me back his half of the security deposit. he hasn't paid me back his half of the cable bill. he hasn't paid his first month's rent yet. he broke my $50 candle holder and hasnt paid me back that yet. 90% of the food in this apartment was bought by me, but he eats it. everything in here is mine from the tv (which he hogs) to the couch to the dishes, it was all bought by me. it's all mine. and he uses everything, tells me he'll pay me back "soon", sits around and watches the tv. breaks the initial rules we had set of not having anyone spend the night without checking in with each other first.
to sum it up i am sick and tired of his shit and tonight letting my cat out was really the last straw. i'm so fed up.
and to all the idiots who tried to see my nsfw album tonight, learn how to read. the album was closed for the night and i made that clear in my title. it so happens that what i allow others to see of my nsfw depends entirely on my mood. tonight i'm fucking furious. therefore nobody gets to see shit. hope you're happy now.
well, i'm taking my pissed off sniffly ass to bed. here's to hoping tomorrow works out better.
