NO HOLDS BARRED, BITCH!

Got a full shift at work today. And it looks like I'll continue to get them throughout the week. And the next week. YAY. Actually got through like 30 boxes on my own today. It was nuts. AND had time to clean the goddamn bathroom. It was SICKENING.

...proud.

Then after work I tried to take care of the lease business. Without drama. It only turned into drama because I sent Sarah a text message and didn't 'talk to her in person'. KNOW WHY?!?! If I had tried to call you, you wouldn't have answered. I KNOW THIS. YOU KNOW THIS. I message you on Myspace and you don't fucking respond. AND! I don't talk to you at work for good reason. You'll say something fucking snide and I'll go ballistic. I'm trying to save my job, okay? I'm not trying to be passive-agressive. I'm USING MY BRAIN. "When you learn to use your mouth and your manners." FUCK. YOU. Know what I sent HER to make her respond in such a way?

"So when are we supposed to take care of the lease shit?"

Yep. Real classy, woman. I paid half of your fucking rent for a whole month I'M NOT EVEN LIVING THERE, and you said that would be sufficient to get me off the lease. Now it's "I'm not doing this today." "We're not home." "Use your manners." "We can't afford it." PICK. A. STORY. AND. STICK. TO. IT. I held up my end of the bargain. MANNERS HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS, and YOU'RE the one being such an asshole about the whole thing! I'm just trying to get this over with! Quit FUCKING trying to manipulate me with your bullshit 'reveal the "moral" later on' schtick. That's DONE. That's why I fucking LEFT.

"WHAT IS SO WRONG?!?!"

Was it the constant state of disarray (and that's putting it LIGHTLY) in the house? A lot of it, yeah. Your blatant hypocrisy in the Kyle situation? A huge chunk. BUT. Your psychopathic fucking urges to control my life and act as my mother? 100%. I always bitched about how you "care too much". I realize now that it wasn't that at all. You CRAVE a fucking Barbie doll in your life to contort to your whims because you can't fucking control your own life. And I'm really fucking sad that Blue has to be your next victim and she has no fucking clue what's coming.

Moving on. Don't forget that I'm still on the lease and Donna legally has to let me in. I still have shit in there anyway and you have like five of my goddamn makeup brushes. You think I won't take this up a notch? Want me in your house? I didn't think so. Take me off the fucking lease. $35 fucking dollars for an application fee or Bre in your (AND MY!) house. Hmmmm...

Oh. And go ahead and come back with how I'm such a spoiled brat and how I'm such a 'slut' and I cheated on Randy and drove without a license and experimented with drugs for a weekend and 'live for chaos' and all this, even though I never brought up any of the fucked-up shit you did before now, except for a vague snippet of the Kyle thing. If all this shit makes me a horrible person (and consider the fact that I've slept with eight people in my whole life. I'm four years older than you. How many have you had, dear?), so be it. I take full responsibility for all of it and have in the past. When it comes to debauchery, everyone else you know is a whole hell of a lot worse, sir. And you know it.

And accusing Kyle of stealing your makeup? Real intelligent of you. Goddamn, you're insane.

I'm going to bed.