Okay, let's not even get into the rest of the weekend. Suffice to say, I've had a craptastic one to begin with. Left GA this morning at 8:30, got home at 10:30. Checked my email, went to the mall with Dae to try to get some writing of some kind done, got a bad caramel freezer from Barnie's. Got a little writing done though. Left the mall, went to Target, went to Qdoba. Leaving Qboda, got a phone call from nitwit. Not even a 'hello' - just 'we have fleas'. Was good, didn't respond 'Didn't know you bred or what am I supposed to do about it from the car'. Was told to get something to put on carpet, bit tongue, went to Walmart, got $12 worth of flea stuff for cats & floor. Not even a 'thank you' upon return, just 'move so I can get to the vaccuum cleaner' (my vaccuum cleaner, mind you)... while she was on the phone with her mom, as always. Ready to shove that phone up her ass.

We've never had fleas in our apartments before. We've always had cats, we've always let them outside. However, we never wore our shoes around the apartment - or left so many clothes on the floor that you can't see the carpet. Yet, we're the ones shelling out money left and right -- and she's not paying a goddamn thing except utilities and rent. She doesn't help on groceries, she doesn't help with the cats, she won't do any housework - in short, she's fucking useless as a roommate.

Why haven't we kicked her out yet? Oh yeah, she's on the lease.