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14 years ago
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Old nutbag finally kicked me out. Story goes:
Sitting around in my room at night, fiance knocks on the door. He takes me out to the front porch, where I discover that the light bulb on the front porch had been broken and there was glass all over. Having been yelled at several times for making noise while the old folks were sleeping, I decided I would just write down that there was glass on the front porch, to be careful, and that I'd clean it up later. That done, I returned to my room, and gramps come bumbling in shouting over and over that I'm a lazy no good pile of trash. I give him the o~O and he leaves with the broom. Comes back in later, repeating more of the same shit. Goes on and on and on about how I'll never get anywhere in life, how I'm completely useless, how I only worked at walmart for a day (I actually worked there for like 7 months), how I didn't know anything about computers (he said they wanted someone from TOMORROW not TODAY, whatever that means), and said he wanted to hit me. All because I didn't clean up the glass on the front porch immediately. THHEENNNNN he grabbed me by the throat and yelled at me some more, pulled his fist back like he was going to punch me, then told me he wanted me out. I really wish he had hit me, so I could get him thrown in prison.
The best part? He's the one that broke the glass. He knew it was there, but he didn't clean it up. But it's a horrible thing when I save it for a better time?
God damn, Christians are assholes. [For those who are saying "wut" right now, dude's a pastor. You know, the people that are supposed to -lead- this whole cult nonsense.]
So yeah, I have no home. A close friend's letting me stay at his place for a couple weeks hopefully but if I don't find a place to live by then, I am going to be living in a cardboard box. Loves~
Old nutbag finally kicked me out. Story goes:
Sitting around in my room at night, fiance knocks on the door. He takes me out to the front porch, where I discover that the light bulb on the front porch had been broken and there was glass all over. Having been yelled at several times for making noise while the old folks were sleeping, I decided I would just write down that there was glass on the front porch, to be careful, and that I'd clean it up later. That done, I returned to my room, and gramps come bumbling in shouting over and over that I'm a lazy no good pile of trash. I give him the o~O and he leaves with the broom. Comes back in later, repeating more of the same shit. Goes on and on and on about how I'll never get anywhere in life, how I'm completely useless, how I only worked at walmart for a day (I actually worked there for like 7 months), how I didn't know anything about computers (he said they wanted someone from TOMORROW not TODAY, whatever that means), and said he wanted to hit me. All because I didn't clean up the glass on the front porch immediately. THHEENNNNN he grabbed me by the throat and yelled at me some more, pulled his fist back like he was going to punch me, then told me he wanted me out. I really wish he had hit me, so I could get him thrown in prison.
The best part? He's the one that broke the glass. He knew it was there, but he didn't clean it up. But it's a horrible thing when I save it for a better time?
God damn, Christians are assholes. [For those who are saying "wut" right now, dude's a pastor. You know, the people that are supposed to -lead- this whole cult nonsense.]
So yeah, I have no home. A close friend's letting me stay at his place for a couple weeks hopefully but if I don't find a place to live by then, I am going to be living in a cardboard box. Loves~
I wish I could help you some how!
ilu~
Talk to me tomorrow. ; w;
-- Ghandi
Really sorry to hear this, hun. I do hope that you can find yourself another basket to stay in. *mews and nuzzles*
But things'll work out. Maybe I can cut down a forest and use the wood to build a new place, eh? ;3
Fuck the trees.
Might have found a place actually, just gotta work some things out and I HOPE it'll work
So yeah, this sounds pretty shitty. Part of this sounds like a good thing in a way, in that at least you're not living with a potentially dangerous person anymore, but being homeless is still not cool at all, wow.
What's your paypal? Note me with it. I can't do much, and I feel bad that I can't offer you a place to stay, but like hell I'mma do absolutely nothing.
Yeah I have a feeling it's a blessing in disguise or whatever the term is, but I'm still really nervous. I think we may have found an acceptable place but we have to get the applications in and get approved first x~x so lets hope that works
And don't worry about me, I think I can handle things. I would feel absolutely terrible if I got money from someone and didn't need it, and so far we've been able to afford everything we need. Really appreciate it though <3
But you message me right away if you could ever use a little alright? I mean it, now!
I will draw you a picture of hugs instead. The essence of hugs, if you will.
Hugs or a pizza. I could go for a pizza right now. xD
...Says the artist who is afraid to put a donation link on her profile page, because it feels greedy, lol.