Yes, I'm pretty much the most enraged I have ever been in the history of my being alive. How did I manage that? Well, it's all thanks to my wonderful ex-landlord. Did you know that I <i>hate</i> that woman? And that hatred comes directly from her screwing my mom and I over very badly.

We recently moved into a new apartment. Hence the reason that I'm never online anymore. x3 Well, anyway, we're not allowed to have pets in our new apartment. Which meant that my cats had to stay until the end of April in our old place. Why? Because my grandma couldn't take them until then. We let them in and out and made sure that they were well cared for whilst we were away from them.

Well, Wednesday, my mother gets a couple of calls from our ex-landlords exclaiming that the cats were no longer allowed in the house and, although our rent was paid until the end of the month, our cats' was not. ...Alright, seriously? Who the fuck has the right to exclaim that my <i>cats</i> didn't pay their rent until the end of the month. THEY'RE FUCKING CATS! OF COURSE THEY HAVEN'T PAID THEIR RENT! THEY DON'T HAVE A FUCKING JOB! ONCE AGAIN, THEY'RE FUCKING CATS! NOT AS IN THE PEOPLE IN THE MUSICAL. AS IN ANIMALS. PETS. PART OF OUR FAMILY PERMANENTLY! Fucking idiots. That's like telling my mom that she could still live in the place, but my sister and I couldn't because we didn't pay rent becuase we're her kids and don't have jobs! They're idiots.

Anyway, that meant that we had to take them to our new place. The problem? We can't have pets. Dogs or cats, anyway. Which means that, if you're caught with one, you're going to get evicted. Fun! So, Wednesday after my NAHS painting experiencept[I might talk about that later on], we got to smuggle my cats into our house! Which was <i>NOT</i> an easy task, to say the least. We had to cover the poor things up in towels and carry them up to our two-story apartment. -angry sigh-

And if that wasn't enough, Tigger wouldn't stop meowing in the fucking bathroom all night. Meaning that my mother and I got a mere two hours of sleep Wednesday night. [hence my not being at school for the last two days, if anyone was wondering] So, that wasn't stressful enough, was it?

Well, Thursday afternoon we smuggled my cats back into the car and drove them down to Aztec so that they could live with my grandmother.

Think that was the extent of the screwing over by the fucking slut?

Well, you're <i><b>very</b></i> wrong.

So. My mother wrote a letter to the terrible two-some to tell them that it was wrong for them to treat her like that and to say that her cats didn't have the right to live there when she paid the rent until the end of the month. It was strongly worded, but there wasn't any vulgarities in it. Unlike my wonder-filled rant here. So, she gets a call from my grandmother today telling her that she's going to get a very nasty letter from that woman[let's call her Bitch the Scatter-Brained Goblin for convience, shall we?]. -rolls eyes- Anyway, my mother is supposed to be getting her deposit for the apartment here soon from Bitch the Scatter-Brained Goblin. 500 bucks. Which is A LOT for us considering that Mom doesn't have a job and we're living on food stamps and in low-income housing.

However, with this letter, we are expecting to not receive this deposit. Why? Because Bitch the Scatter-Brained Goblin is a bitch. A really, really, REALLY big bitch. Now, on Monday, Mom was cleaning with Grandmother and Bitch the Scatter-Brained Goblin came by and told them that it looked as though no one had lived in it.

However, now she is claiming that we did all this shit to the place that we didn't do. Bitch the Scatter-Brained Goblin claimed that she wouldn't take out any money from the deposit for carpet cleaning. Fat chance on that one.

My mom feels like an idiot because she was going to take pictures prior to giving the keys to Bitch the Scatter-Brained Goblin so that, had anything been taken from her deposit, she could take the old slut to court for it. However, in her anger-fuled stress over the cat extravaganza, she ended up not taking the pictures. And now, we have no way of taking that woman to court if she doesn't give our entire deposit back.

500 dollars that we desperately need completely gone because of Bitch the Scatter-Brained Goblin. Thank you, you fucking bitch. Because that's not money that we don't need to fucking survive.

I'm planning on calling her once we get that letter and if there's no deposit. And I'm sorry, Mom, but I am going to give her the talking to of a lifetime. I'm really close to tears right now because I'm so angry. I can't believe that someone could be such a conniving, vile, evil woman. But, then again, it is Bitch the Scatter-Brained Goblin, so I suppose that I really can if I try hard enough.

To put it in the least ammount of words possible, Bitch the Scatter-Brained Goblin is going down.

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In other news, prom was incredible. I had so much fun and it was definitely the best night of my life. I'll have to tell you guys more about it, but I'm really not in the mood to right now. xP

Also, I dyed my hair. The bangs and tips are now a really pretty dark blue that changes to blue violet in certain lighting arrangements. Hopefully I can get some pictures in here for you guys. <3 And of prom, too. <3