Need I say more? I think the full moon effect is on-going. Last night at work we had a vehicle on the back lot that got broke into-with both security and cameras going. All they stole was a pack of cigarettes-not all the tools these guys carry for their job. I guess some drunk just wanted a smoke. Paperwork was so sloppy and I was finding stuff from Friday that should have been punched and placed in the appropriate binder. Then I get home and there’s a man in my living room without a shirt. Manda-need I say more. Maybe I’m old fashion, maybe I’m just a prude, but this is not appropriate behavior. I don’t invite men over and I don’t invite them to stay the night but when I get home who knows whose going to be in my apartment. It would be different if she was paying me something-anything but she doesn’t and then wonders why I’m so pissed. It’s my apartment and I don’t want to come home to half naked men! The goal is to be moved out by the end of March-I may just move temporarily into mom and dads. Lord knows, I’m crashing on their couch every freaking weekend. Why am I paying rent on something I can’t live in????
This whole situation has me so stressed and upset that I have tendency to rant and rave. To me, family is family and you help out when and where you can. Next time, I am just going to hand her money and tell her to not even bother asking me for anything else. Ranting and raving again.
Not much going on in history and the news is even slowed down. I don’t have much of anything to say so I’ll get off of here. I may be back Tuesday but definitely back on Thursday. See y’all later.


