Now you fucked up!

So, I guess it's gonna be like that. Fine. Too bad you're not using your fucking head right now, 'cause you think you're fucking me, but in all actuality, you're fucking yourself.

Took off from mom's today to go to the store for some things and to go to the apartment and pick up some more stuff. Upon parking in the carport, I saw that my computer desk, computer chair, glider and ottoman were all sitting in there. NICE. And as if I wasn't mad enough about that, I had to walk up to the door, try my key in the deadbolt and have it not budge. Flipped out, left Sarah a voicemail, called mom, then went to the office to have Donna try her key. Didn't work. Sarah's in deep shit, 'cause not only do I have every fucking right as secondary leaseholder to go inside and have access to my shit, which she is HOLDING HOSTAGE, but she is NOT allowed to make changes like that to the apartment (i.e. changing the locks) without Donna's knowledge and consent.

Too bad some of that money I owe you for bills is inside and you have no idea where it is, huh? I already paid my share of Comcast online and you aren't getting another goddamn cent until I can get my shit out of there.

Funny shit, too. Here's what she texted me after I left her the voicemail:

"You can get in when I'm home. I'm not doing this today my cat is dead and my bills aren't paid. Otherwise I'll charge you with breaking the lease."

As if Mittertails dying is my fucking fault. And who the fuck didn't see that coming? And you're SOOOOO distraught about it, right? 'Cause you totally kept him fed, changed his litterbox, TAUGHT him to use the litterbox, cleaned up after him when he shat all over the floor and you NEVER screamed at him or flung him across the room any time the latter occured. And don't forget the fact that you're not even allowed to have those fucking cats in the apartment. OR your little live-in fuck buddy.

And I'm not gonna be charged shit for breaking the lease. Donna said nothing about me owing money when I told her I was moving out. And haven't all of Randy's roommates gotten off scott-free? Yep.

You'd better believe I'm not going through you for anything I owe, 'cause I don't fucking trust you. Everything will be paid straight to the source.

This is fucking BULLSHIT.