So about 2 months ago a friend of mine needed a place to stay, long story of why which I won't bore you with. This friend and I had already had an agreement that in September she would be renting my apartment and I would be moving; so I decided out of the goodness of my heart to let her stay until I moved out. Turned out to be a BIG mistake.
I've been living alone for the last 5 years and I've grown accustom to it, nevertheless I knew that there would be some aggravation letting her stay here but I felt bad that she really did not have anywhere else to go. OK so the first week wasn't so bad but then the true colors started shining through. Not only is this woman strange ( in the way that she's 33 yrs old and in love with Hello fucking kitty) but she is also a slob. Now granted I am not the cleanest person on the face of the earth. I don't piss pine sol or anything but the one thing I cannot stand is clutter. Needless to say with me moving there are boxes piled in every available inch of my apartment; however there is still a place for everything that can't be packed at the moment and these things like their "homes". Well she doesn't put them back into their respective places nor does she clean up after herself. I swear to God I feel like I am living with a 5 year old.
Here's an example; the other morning when leaving for work I noticed the garbage was full. I wanted to do a little experiment to see if she'd do what any normal person in the world would do and take it out. Well when I got home from work not only did she not take the garbage out, she left her trash on my kitchen counter! WTF is wrong with people?
So besides her not helping with groceries, which by the way she has absolutely no problem eating, not helping me at all with cleaning the apartment, now she's starting to buy furniture for when it's her place. That I have no problem with. I already cleaned out the storage area in the basement and told her that what ever she buys she can put down there. So today she comes home with a couch she bought. The damn thing would not fit through the basement door. She asked if she could just leave it up here in the house. I said to her, " and exactly where were you thinking a couch would fit not to mention come Sept 1st when I am moving all my shit out I don't need to do it through a fucking obstacle course of her shit". I told her the best thing I could come up with is to put it on the porch and cover it with a tarp. I didn't want to be a bitch but seriously if she even attempted to help me in anyway shape or form I might have let her keep the couch leaned up against the hallway wall but no fuck her.
I can't wait to get into my new place where I can just be alone again and not have to watch stupid ass t.v. shows like Hillbilly Hand-fishing and Storage Wars because yes she has also taken over the TV! Oh give me the strength not to kill this bitch.
