So, I guess a quick synopsis of the last few months is in order. I will try to keep it brief and to the point, since it's been mostly shitty and I'd rather not rehash much in any kind of detail. I've gotten it all of my chest in my livejournal, and I don't feel the need to do it again here. This is just for those of you who really want to know. You "enquiring minds" sorts. Here goes.
Ben and I moved out of our respective places back on June 1st of this year. We were living with a dumbass drug dealer named Rosie and a really cool, laid back hippy dude named Aidan. Rosie was never around, but when she was, she would complain about the state of the house. She decided not to come around too much after we moved in because Ben and I got caught shoplifting and there were cops in the house for a grand total of three minutes. She held that against us big time. No sympathy, just concern for her business. *scoff*. Anyway, in July, Ben and I got hired at Pearl Art and Craft. It was the best Job in the world for the first month, then headed down a steady decline after that. In mid August, Rosie went psycho and kicked us out because she thought we owed her money, and while we were going to pay her back (even though it wasn't necessary - it was security deposit, all of which she would get back in the end, but she wanted our part of it pretty much immediately) she decided that waiting one more week for a chunk of it wasn't good enough, and she gave us until September 1st (2 weeks) to get out. Not a lot of time to save money, or find a new place. We spread the word around to all of our friends and co-workers, and a woman named Linda who is a cashier at Pearl told us she had a room for rent in her house for 160 bucks a week. Kinda steep, but we were desperate, and her house is a 10-15 minute walk from Pearl, so we went for it. Then we moved in and discovered that the house isn't hers, it's her parents. She moved in and refused to leave, taking the "For Sale" sign off the lawn repeatedly until the realtors and her parents gave up. She is on welfare, and therefore can only work 20 hours a week, and she is not supposed to have tenants in her house. So, we started thinking about getting out pretty much immediately. We were depressed a lot, especially after the WTC incident, but not because of it, mind you. There was the stink of sadness and depravity and depression in the air for a good two weeks after those planes crashed, and it affected me quite a bit. Due to his depression and self-loathing at that juncture in time, Ben started talking to other girls online, which drove me insane. He found out I was spying on him and that pissed him off, so he started saying nasty things about me to the girls he was chatting with, and we had something like 3 huge arguments before we finally got it all straightened out and out of our systems. Things are better than ever with us, because I finally understand what was driving him to do that kind of thing, and *relief*! It had nothing to do with me. He told me a lot of things that I never thought I'd hear him say, and well, things are just better. He's awesome. We're really solid now, and that makes me more happy than anything else possibly could. We decided to focus our rage on the wrongs we've been done, and we started to realize that Linda was a real big problem. She's a rampaging drunk, and neither of us can handle that, especially in a living situation. She was telling me we could do certain things (eat her food, use the phone and the computer) and then when we'd do them, thinking that it was OK, she would yell at us. Because she was either drunk when she gave the OK, or drunk when she was telling us off. Either way, she didn't need three strikes to be out in our book. We got pissed. And then, Aaron fired Ben. *steam* Three days before his last fucking day, the spoiled little dork had to go and get Ben fired. And since talking to the store manager changed nothing about the situation, I promptly gave my resignation. And then Linda found out and told us we had to get out, but she still wanted our last paycheck for rent. Even though 160 a week is wicked steep for only being able to use our bedroom and bathroom and nothing else, and even though it's fucking illegal for us to be here, she still insisted on money and would not give up until Ben had to call his parents (Mom came through, Dad didn't - big shocker there) and ask for 300 bucks so we could pay her off and still afford to move the hell out. And that brings us to now. We're still here, it's our last week. We're moving to a rooming house in Newark and hopefully getting decent paying jobs by the end of the week. We'll have to sell the Playstation to pull it off, but it's ok. Ben's dad is paying for that.
If you ever loved me, you'll western union me some bucks. Seriously. :P