Caribou. It’s too damn tasty…I think they put some sort of addicting drug in their coffee…or maybe that’s just caffeine haha.

I’ve been working on my bad drivers post. I’d say I’m about half done with it. Something like that…for those of you who have been looking forward to it.

I have no other new news to share…sorry for being boring lately =[

In order to keep up their drug habits, they steal. I’m talking about my roommate’s boyfriend and his friends….which are now her friends.

He stole my car once. Not a fun situation, let me tell you. I wanted to punch his face in. He’s lucky he was sitting in the back of a cop car. I saw him only once after that before he went to prison. I didn’t talk to him, I didn’t look at him. I know my roommate knew he took my car. I went down to the kitchen to make something to eat, and she comes down practically right after me and says, “Crystal, where’s your car?”

He got pulled over because my tabs were expired. My car almost got impounded. I almost had to get whiskey plates on my car because he was higher than a kite. Luckily, the cop didn’t charge him with a DUI. I think the cop felt bad for me that he stole my car. My roommate said to me, “Crystal I am so sorry. I am so so sorry. I didn’t think this would happen.” Not only in her words, but her tone of voice was an admission of guilt.

After that, I no longer kept my keys on the kitchen counter. I took them up to my bedroom with me.

Things were never the same between us after that night.

After he went to prison, my roommate had other people of questionable character at the house. One of them started living there. I changed the password on my Macbook, because I had told it to my roommate once. That night I came home from work to see that someone had tried accessing my computer, because it said “Wrong Password”

Umm. So I started hiding my laptop when I went to work and taking it with me everywhere I went on the weekends.

It’s nice to see that my roommate, who had, at one time, been my best friend, has betrayed my trust in so many ways.

Living with thieves is not fun. I am an honest person, and I hate living in fear of having my possessions stolen.

EDIT:
For those who don’t know, I’m moving out this weekend =]

Here I am, being a complete cliche.

I am blogging at Caribou.

A year ago, I was at this very same place. I had moved and didn’t have the internet for a week or two. Now, I am about to move and apparently my roommate feels like I shouldn’t use the internet. She took the data cord that links the wireless router to the modem. Hmm…paranoid much??

Anyway, I rather like Caribou. Other than the fact that it’s way too expensive for some coffee, it’s frickin delicious.

In other news, the Vikings’ win yesterday was amazing. That missed field goal was breathtaking…and it was close. I couldn’t believe it was missed…our kicker wouldn’t have missed it had it been us trying to win.

Some thugs came looking for my roommate last night. They looked like they were her dealers or something. I saw a very disturbing commercial about meth yesterday. I wonder when her teeth will start rotting out? I had a dream last night that her face had sores all over…that’s pretty messed up.

When I move out, I’m going to call social services and tell them what’s going on in that house. She shouldn’t get those kids back…ever. Especially since she’s planning on marrying her loser boyfriend, who’s in prison. Oh yay, the things people do for…love?

I talked to one of her ex-friends the other day, and she said that B was worthless and stupid. Damn dude, I hope no one ever calls me worthless. :O

Sorry about the shitty post, I’ll try to think of a good one for tomorrow =]

I love Kat Von D, I think she’s one of the sexiest women alive.

Anyway, she has this totally awesome book out about her personal history, her history with tattooing, and some other stuff. I have it standing up on the top shelf on my desk at work.

The other day (it must have been Tuesday) that my boss’s boss commented on how she had been reading my book, and we started talking about Kat’s new perfume line. She said there was 2 perfumes, Sinner and Saint. For the ad, they put makeup on Kat’s body so it looked like she had no tattoos for the Saint. I said that was interesting.

The next day I walked in and there was a little black box on my desk. I was like, what the hell? I opened it, and inside was a sample bottle of Sinner, by Kat Von D. She later wrote me an email, saying that she had gone to her favorite store, Sophora, and gotten it for me because she knew I was a fan of Kat’s.

I wish the world had more nice people like my boss’s boss in it.

So last week, I paid my roommate $125 (so for all those thinking I’m a terrible person for not paying rent…there ya go). Did she spend it on something practical? Such as paying the garbage bill? Nope. Such as paying the electric bill? Nope. She spent it on dope. YAY!! Let’s all get high!!

So yesterday at about noon o’clock, I noticed that the kitchen light wasn’t working. Hmm. Odd. I turned the entryway light on. Nothin. I went up to my room. I didn’t have the internet. Weird. I turned my lamp on. No such luck. Well, damn. This kind of sucks. I open the front door and some papers fell down. “Due to the high amount of your utility bill, your meter has been turned off.” Lovely. It went on to say that there was a metered meter now attached, enough energy to power the furnace and a couple small electronics.

YAY!!! Let’s all get high!!! With no fucking power!!!

So, anyway, I was a bit peeved. I came into work and everyone started laughing at my story

So I went home last night.

There was no motion detected light to greet me.

There was no hum of electronics to welcome me home. And it was cold. Apparently something went wrong with the metered meter.

I ate my Buffalo Wild Wings by candlelight. Isn’t that sweet and romantic? Now, if only I had someone to share the moment with. (By the way, you guys should be proud of me. I have limited my eating out to once a week or less, and severely limited my pop intake =])

I had to pee in the dark, with the bathroom door open. In the cold.

I tried reading by candlelight…but I was just too tired. So I went to sleep. Cold.

Too bad my featherbed was packed away.

I am really thinking of NOT paying her.

So she texted me last night, “dont open the fridge or the freezer” I texted back “how come?” She never answered me…and I don’t think she was home last night…she probably couldn’t take living with no power. HM.

So here’s what’s going on…

I was laid off in July for 4 weeks, and I had a lot of trouble getting my unemployment, but I finally got it all on the day I went back to work. I went 3 weeks with $1.02 in my checking account, so I didn’t pay my roommate rent. She owns the house, and I pay $500 a month (which I found out not long ago pays for over half her mortgage). Basically I stopped paying her. Maybe a check here or there, but whatever. I’m behind by about 3 months. We don’t have a lease or any other signed agreement.

I’ve talked to people at work, and they’ve all told me that I shouldn’t pay her. Here’s why…I’ve been dealing with all this shit here..the cops coming around all the time, her boyfriend has stolen my car and almost got it impounded (they thoroughly searched it), the living areas are disgusting because they’re never cleaned (I stay in my bedroom and I don’t use the kitchen). She does meth and brings all kinds of creeps around the house…they steal shit to keep up their habit, there’s broken meth pipe glass by the kids’ toys in the basement, the kids have been taken away 3 times because of all this (she doesn’t have them now, they are with their father), there’s been violence, and the water in the house couldn’t be used for awhile because the basement was flooded and the pipes were clogged. Also, they were beating the kids…and she got fired from her job a while ago, her boyfriend is in prison, she’s lost all of her friends…

They’ve told me that if she takes me to court looking for money she wouldn’t win because we don’t have a formal agreement and I could say the living conditions weren’t livable. In fact, I could even counter claim her claim. SHE should pay ME for everything I’ve had to deal with.

The other day she confronted me and asked me if I was ever going to get caught up on rent “or is it going to be one of these things that you don’t pay me? Because I need to know.” Why? So you can throw all my shit on the street before I move? I’ve been giving her a little money to appease her (which she spent on meth because she was up for about 2 days and just slept for about 24 hours), but I honestly don’t think I should pay her. I know what she’s going to spend it on.

Also, I’m moving out on the 24th =] I’m moving back in with my dad and sister.

So what do you guys think??

EDIT:

Apparently, people are confused on what’s going on here…I have been living there for a year. I moved in with my friend, she was buying a house. We had one other woman moving in, and we agreed with the mortgage and the utilities, we would spilt it 3 ways, and each would pay $500. She had no boyfriend at this time. The other lady moved out in December. Then my landlord brought 2 other people in the house. Then her boyfriend moved in, which they got together in Feb. or March. The other 2 people moved out around April or May. Sometime after that, her boyfriend started beating her kids. He brought meth into the house. The kids got taken away. He finally moved out sometime around July. I was going to move out at one point, but the county said he had to move out or she couldn’t get her kids back. Since he moved out, I stayed. After that, SHE started doing meth. A few weeks later, she got the kids taken away again. At this time, her boyfriend came over since the kids were gone and he stole my car. After that, I told her I was moving out. I started looking at apartments but couldn’t find any that I could afford. I was going to move to my mom’s, but that was a 2 hour drive ONE WAY to work. My dad said that’s stupid, why don’t you move back in with me. There’s not enough room for me where he’s currently living, and he is in a lease until November 1st. We have found a place to live, but we have to wait until the owners of the house move out.

THEREFORE, the house and my landlord (who was my best friend) was NOT like this when I moved in.

And I am moving out in 10 days.

The (non-existant) listening skills of some people astound me. I went to Caribou, and I said, “I would like a medium Turtle Mocha, and that will be all.” He was silent for a few seconds, then he said, “Would you like anything from the bakery today?”

Umm. No. But I WOULD like to kick you in the face.

I’m getting the FUCK out of here in 11 days!!! OMGOMGOMGOMG I’m SO FUCKING excited…as if you couldn’t tell!!

I need to get going on packing my room… :O I have so much left to do…but I don’t have any boxes!! I need to get some from someone.

One of my co-workers keeps calling me a gypsy. It’s true, I’m moving out a year after I moved in, but it’s really not my fault. Everyone keeps telling me I need to get out of here. Well, I went to about 10 schools K-12, so yes, I’ve moved a lot. The absolute most I’ve lived in one house is 2 1/2 years. I hate moving, but that’s how I grew up. It’s been a dream of mine to buy a house and stay there for 80 years. I highly doubt that will happen.

I woke up the other night in the middle of the night and heard them yelling at each other downstairs. They were smoking meth… FUCKING EW. And last week a cop paid a visit because they stole someone’s computer…fucking losers.

Anyway, I hope everyone is doing well!!!

ICK. Damnit, this sucks. It snowed a little Friday night/Saturday morning…but not a lot..just a dusting. NOW TODAY IT’S SNOWING NONSTOP!!! I swear, there’s probably 3 inches on the ground so far. AND IT’S STILL SNOWING. FML.

I don’t have a snow/ice scraper yet…I went to Walmart this morning to get one AND THEY WERE SOLD OUT. FML..again. Plus, I need a new front tire on my car because one of the tires is too bald. On the way TO work today it won’t be so bad, but when I leave, it will be freezing instead of melting, and it will be drizzling. Which, if you don’t know, means sleeting but not as heavy…and if you don’t know, sleet is snow mixed with rain. Really, it’s too early for this. I haven’t worked a new tire into my budget yet!!

GRR.

This is funny, I promise!!

A couple of years ago, my father, my sister and I were at Olive Garden (I haven’t been there in ages…omg yumm). We had just sat down, and the three of us were a little rambunctious. My dad was looking at something on his phone, and my sister tried asking him a question. He says, “Don’t talk to me, I’m a lesbian.” HAHAHAHA. It was probably the funniest moment of my entire life, not even kidding.

If only you guys knew my father. He’s a goofball. He’s a lovable goofball. He says weird things all the time. He started saying “I hear ya cluckin there big chicken” a couple months ago.

Anyway, when he said this, all three of us started laughing SO HARD I swear I almost peed myself. (I still haven’t come out to my father yet, by the way…) You know when you’re laughing and having a good time, and suddenly you and the people you’re with quiet down…all of a sudden the entire room seems quiet? Yeah, it was kind of like that. Well, I don’t think we were being that loud…no one was staring at us.

For a long time afterward, this sentence was repeated at random times. I haven’t heard it in forever, and all of a sudden my dad said that to me last weekend, and I thought it was pretty hilarious. Even though I’m bi, I don’t take offense to it, because that’s just the way my dad is. He’s always making jokes, and he tells a lot of those “you had to be there” stories. Sometimes I laugh at them just because I don’t want to make him feel bad that it wasn’t that funny. Obviously, I love my dad very much.

Anyway, I just had to share that story with you guys because I thought you all would find it funny =]