Don’t mess with your sleep or eat your foods!
and now she’s messed up my plans, because before I could even talk about the cobbler she was all “yeah, i’ve decided I just need to live alone”.
And then, when I brought it up, she was all “I must’ve been pretty drunk, because I don’t remember”
For fuck’s sake.
And she’s leaving the 1st of May, and won’t pay for the 30 days like the lease says.
Small claims court? She sounds psycho.
It would be the biggest hassle, plus (like you can already tell) she’s totally psycho. She knows where we live, she’d probably randomly bash windows and key cars just to fuck with us.
holy hell. i might murder someone over pie.
I still might
you can hurt my pride, you can beat me up, you can call me names.
But don’t touch my fucking cobbler.
We all have our limits ;-)