Welp, the house has been torn apart for a week due to our painting project we were workin' on. It's finally finished, except for some paint stains on the carpet that I'll have to get out. Tara hasn't talked to either Jen or myself in almost a week now.. Last weekend (Labor day night) I heard them get in at around 4:00 AM, and I guess they thought Jen and I were sleeping, since we've been going to bed relatively early lately.. And I over heard them talking, I heard Tara say "I could fuck up all their shit right now, but I'm not like that".. And I'm thinking "what the FUCK?". I had NO fucking idea what the hell was going on.. Plus, I was half asleep.. But I knew what I heard, cause I heard her say the exact same thing like 5 minutes after she said it the first time.. "It's 4 in the morning, I could do it right now". So, then Jen and I figured we should stay up, and make sure that our shit would be ok.. Well, as soon as we started walking around, the both shut their bedroom door, which was open, which is right next door to our room, which is how I over heard them talking.
Well, come to find out, the reason she was so pissed off, was because I guess we accidently got some paint on her beer holder thing.. Well, Jesus H Christ, the god damn thing was left in the fucking sink, burried under neath dishes and shit, and we had put our paint pans in there after using them, which is how some paint got on it.. Ok, pick up your shit after you use it then, god damn... And you know, Sam got the paint off of it, and only a little ass section of her beer holder was messed up.. I'm talking like a centimeters worth of damage here, people.. Then, on Tuesday, when we were still painting.. We heard her listenning to "Bodyguard" (the new Eminem song), and we were thinking "Oh, great, she's gonna get all riled up and come out here and start a whole bunch of shit with us". We couldn't be further from the truth.. Turns out, she ended up jumping out their bedroom window, and tore their blinds down.
Now come the fuck on, ya don't do that kind of shit when you're 23 fucking years old, grow up a tad, ok? We explained to Sam that we must have did it on accident, that the damn thing must have been in the sink, and our paint pans must have leaked on it, and we both know that she told Tara that it was an accident, but I guess she isn't willing to forgive and forget.. I mean how fucked up is it, to invite people into your apartment cause they were going through some problems, and over hear them saying they're gonna fuck up all your shit? Pretty fucked up if you ask me. God damnit. And every time she comes home from work now, she like runs into their bedroom and shuts the door, doesn't say a fucking word to us. It's like, okay, that's great.. We're room mates here, we're supposed to talk, and I don't think Jen and I should have to feel awkward, seeing as this was supposed to be our place. Because they moved in here, we've had to give up the extra bedroom, which means we now have shit packed up everywhere, because we have no fucking room to put anything anywhere, we were using that room to keep our extra shit in.. Now we can't even do that.. We gave up our privacy, our extra bedroom, our alone time, the privledge of being able to use the bathroom whenever we fuckin' wanted, for this? To get treated like shit?
Then, to top it all off, they buy all this fucking meat from Piquette Market, and literally stuff our freezer full of all of it.. I mean we had NO fucking room to put anything in there, and when Jen tried openning the damn thing to get some ice, a big block of chicken fell on her foot, BUT THEN THEY WANNA BITCH ABOUT PITCHING IN WITH THE ELECTRIC BILL!! ARGH!! It's driving me CRAZY!! We need to move, we need to get a job and get the hell outta here, before I end up spazzing out on someone.