12-08-2024, 11:21 PM
my landlord always always always screams at me. he told me to get my stuff i wanted out of the back glass solarium. then the big men would remove the rest. i had a week.
so i spent today killing myself *i hope but for harry* carrying in--without damaging his precious floors--the suitcases with my clothes. 2 trunks of my clothes.
i called landlord and said did i have a week to clean it out or a month before they toss whatever is left.
he went ballistic. he hates me beyond hate.
my back was broken twice thanks to my late husband. and i spent all fucking day going thru things and not dragging it on his floors. but lifting heavy trunks. and it is late now. i have very little money unless i use a credit card. so harry had food. i had wet croutons and cranberry jelly.
and pain.
so i called landlord and said did u say i had one week or one month to get my stuff out of solarium? and he went ballistic on me. for ten minutes. and then said i said: if u want anything get it out now cuz monday? next week? his brothers and friends are dumping anything in there that is left.
seems i was correct. dennis has a bottle collection. and i so carefully carried in my clothes.
what a mother fucker. it is the same thing i said. i just used differing words to get to the same conclusion. whatever i did not carefully carry in the house and hide in my bedroom and dennis by tomorrow, will be tossed.
i hate people. but for harry, and God, i would blow my brains out.
i hate nasty little men. the end.
so i spent today killing myself *i hope but for harry* carrying in--without damaging his precious floors--the suitcases with my clothes. 2 trunks of my clothes.
i called landlord and said did i have a week to clean it out or a month before they toss whatever is left.
he went ballistic. he hates me beyond hate.
my back was broken twice thanks to my late husband. and i spent all fucking day going thru things and not dragging it on his floors. but lifting heavy trunks. and it is late now. i have very little money unless i use a credit card. so harry had food. i had wet croutons and cranberry jelly.
and pain.
so i called landlord and said did u say i had one week or one month to get my stuff out of solarium? and he went ballistic on me. for ten minutes. and then said i said: if u want anything get it out now cuz monday? next week? his brothers and friends are dumping anything in there that is left.
seems i was correct. dennis has a bottle collection. and i so carefully carried in my clothes.
what a mother fucker. it is the same thing i said. i just used differing words to get to the same conclusion. whatever i did not carefully carry in the house and hide in my bedroom and dennis by tomorrow, will be tossed.
i hate people. but for harry, and God, i would blow my brains out.
i hate nasty little men. the end.