with bombs whistling
Well, that's it. My roommate and I are done. I don't appreciate being screamed at and she doesn't appreciate anyone who can't follow her rules slavishly. I'm thinking of trying to move my move-out date from June to spring break (there's no way that I can both teach and move, not with my sixty-hour weeks). Right now, I'm too mad, but later I'll be sad, because I can't think of her as a friend now, and I don't think I will able to do so again.
*sighs* Bad fucking timing for this, though it's been a long time coming. Why life so hard, people?
*sighs* Bad fucking timing for this, though it's been a long time coming. Why life so hard, people?
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Struggling to finish writing things and push the plot bunnies away, too...
And aside from that, how was the play, Mrs. Lincoln?