Family came back on Friday to offer support to Shop-a-holic since the wedding should have been on Saturday. Fortunately, Shop-a-holic is doing fine. Unfortunately, her bitchy, selfish ways are back in full force.
I spent Saturday hauling the kid and Tweeker who found Jesus around doing back to school shopping for the kid. Do you know how many other people were out doing back to school shopping this past weekend? Hundreds. At first I thought a celebrity was going to show up at Target because otherwise there was no reason that many people should have been there. Along with dealing with all those people I had the privilege of listening to Tweeker bitch and moan about not being home and in her bed. As if she is the only one being inconvenienced by the entire family being back in Mobile. The kid was actually pretty good. Not as much know-it-all attitude as the weekend before.
Sunday was spent helping Random Money Giver and Dream-crusher build a privacy fence at Shop-a-holic's house. Shop-a-holic was not there for any of this. She did not help one little bit with the tedious, back breaking work at all. Parents were incredibly disappointed and surprised by how she acted. Had they known she was apparently not upset with her engagement ending they would have not spent an entire weekend building a fence for her.
On top of all that I was informed that I need to be out of my apartment by October 1st and moved in with Shop-a-holic. So, since her obviously stellar, stable relationship with Douche did not work out I now have to completely disrupt mine and Flight Risks life because Shop-a-holic bought a house with a man that didn't stick around. She can afford it but she wouldn't be able to eat after paying all the bills. So, I get to move into a god-awful blue bedroom and share a house with a sloppy, slothful, selfish brat that has a dog that refuses to use the bathroom outside no matter how long he is out there. I will now have to clean up after a piss ant dog, share space with someone that does not understand what a broom and mop is, and force a really good friend into finding new living arrangements. Somehow, I feel like I got the short end of this stick.
Today, I have the worst heartburn that I think I have every had. Tums are not even touching it. If I could rip my esophagus out right now I would. And to top it all off, I'm having an allergy attack that just won't quit. I'm pretty sure that if I could find that restart button, I would break it and stay in bed for the day.
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