Stalkers and Debt

One step forward, three steps back, it seems. Always seems that way.

I understand that this journal tends to be 1 part good to 4 parts bitching. However it's supposed to be about what is going on in my life on a day to day basis, what is on my mind, what is happening with me. Well, the answer to those things, tends to be bitching with the odd good part tossed in.

My plans to hang out with a friend for the weekend got postponed due to them having a new job and wanting to settle in before they can relax, which is fine, and I understand the adjustment period on that kind of thing. At the same time, it seems every penny I get is going towards bills, bills, and more bills. It's an overwhelming concept that is above and beyond anything I experienced in barrie.

This of course isn't helped by Brigham deciding I owe him money for everything from gas when he gets coffee and gets me one as well, to groceries, to $200 when HIS car breaks down. Seems every time I turn around I'm giving him money for something, either trivial or otherwise.

I look at the amount of groceries he supposedly buys, the cost of them, how much he charges me, and then I look in the cupboards and hunt for something to actually eat for food, and come up short as often as not -my meal today... the last slice of some near-bad apple pie, and three cheese slices, because there's nothing simple to be made- and wonder exactly -what- he bought.

This is of course in addition to the fact he hasn't paid a penny towards bills since we've moved in here (and the bills are insanely high)... So I seem to be paying for food, paying for gas, paying the bills... And it's just... excessive. I can't move out, because I don't have a place to move to, and even if I did, it takes money to move.

And bobbi.... w....t....f.....

I've known her for almost ten years now, from when she started in gor with a friend, to her becoming Mine... to the drama that ensued... And so on so forth through a tumultous history and one of the very few people who actually knows me for me.

I removed her from my life some time ago, as I didn't, and don't, have the patience to deal with her. Which of course I figured to be the end of it... And yet... She's still out there, still reading up on me, still checking in on me, and so on so forth. I could simply change my blog address, but that is effort I see no reason to put in.

She confuses me, as I see nothing in it for her to read anything I may write here. She has her partner and her master (two separate people), she has her lil chatsite to run, and I'm sure she has plenty of other things to amuse her than to read up on someone that doesn't give a flying fuck if she fell off the face of the earth.

Oh well...

So I started playing Rift. Interesting game... It could be a WoW killer over time... As long as people remember it isn't WoW, and even though it has many things that WoW had, and a number of things done better than WoW.. It's still in it's infancy. It took WoW almost 6 years to come out with a dungeon finder, Rift isn't even two months old, yet.

It's a fun game though, and the content is very intensive to get involved in, and challenging. Though the interface is a little difficult and clunky to deal with at times, I find it fun nonetheless.

I've started a few new shows. Being Human... A show about a werewolf orderly who lives with a vampire nurse, in a house haunted by the ghost of the land lord's fiance.... God, it sounds like a cheezy cartoon to even type it... Or a horrible sitcom. Except it's a fairly decent series, with a more serious twist behind it, as opposed to the normal slap stick you might expect. At the same time, I find some of the situations amusing and have face-palmed a time or two... Josh - the werewolf... is just... Well... unique.

Anyways... That's all for now, I'm going to watch an episode or two, figure out something to eat, and then hop in rift for my first endgame raid.