So yeah. My life is all stress these days.
People insisting on fucking me over month after month after month. When you get one bad roommate dealt with, the other starts up.
And while the constant lack of prompt rent payments from one person or another is probably the worst of it… there are little things that are getting to me now too
Like my soda. I get tired of buying a 12-pack and only getting to enjoy maybe two of them… all so my roommate and his friends can drink them without paying me for them (or even chipping in on a general soda fund)
And then there is the constant rearranging of my house. Stuff is never where it was the day before and everytime I need to find something out of my room… i have to go hunt it all down.
Now my garage, which was quite messy to begin with, has been half-cleaned up but that only makes it worse because now I don’t know where shit was shoved and have no idea where to begin looking for the stuff I want to find.
My poor car needs its oil changed, a new serpentine belt, and at least two new tires… none of which can be purchased because I’m constantly covering other people’s rent which is putting me more and more behind as I have to pay finance charges for payday loans and the like to get the money where I need it when I need it.
So when I have money, like I do now, earmarked for my tires and oil, I have to go and spend it on rent or the power bill that went unpaid again or whatever.
I can’t take it anymore. No wonder I spend my life sick. Stress is killing me.
2006, it would seem, is not shaping up to be any better a year for me than 2005.