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It was a rough start to my trip on Friday. While I was loading my car, I managed to lock myself out of the building for 40 minutes. I dropped my keys at some point. I was rage-packing and got clumsy. I rushed to finish packing after I got a neighbor to lend me her key to the building and I forgot so much.

I was rage-packing because I woke up annoyed with my roommate and then she managed to trigger me all over again. We know how she is a useless fucking child, right? On Thursday night I meal prepped for my trip. While I was doing that my roommate pestered me for some. She had wedges in the oven for herself! I let her have some and she took huge portions. Then she left me her wedges to pack up for her because she ruined her appetite. This 38-year-old child doesn’t cook for herself unless she is desperate. She even turned the oven off knowing I had my stuff in there. Come the next morning, I discovered she helped herself to my meal prep! Packed some of it for lunch! I was so pissed. Then I got locked out of my apartment building because I was too flustered to function.

Now I’m home and guess who left me all of her dishes from the weekend?! But wait! There’s more! She piled her week’s worth of lunch containers by the sink for me as well. But wait! There’s more! She didn’t empty the dishwasher that I ran Thursday night and her containers that had gaskets… molded! She’s back to being a pothead indeed. Love that for me.

The trip was marvelous though. The drive was long and full of terrors but the site was worth it. The lake we went canoeing in was gorgeous. It was clear and blue. By the end of the trip, we were getting on each other’s nerves. We are always waiting on Carly. Always. We did not do a single thing in which we didn’t have to wait for Carly. This morning, she flipped out on us for rushing her. She directed it at Ange when all Ange did was try to help her. She was triggered because I emptied the tent, which is hers, and swept it out. I piled her stuff on her chair. I did that because we were already loading the truck and she hadn’t even packed up her stuff. She went for a shower and spent 30 minutes washing her face. Literally, she spends that much time washing her face. It’s not that I don’t appreciate you sweeping out my tent, I just like things done a certain way. She explained. Did I sweep out the tent wrong? I’m tired of always waiting on you. Everybody thinks I was mean.

We didn’t have cell service where we were. There is one hot spot between two trees where the girls kept needing to go. Apparently, their boyfriends need to be updated every few hours. I only went one time to set up my interview with that non-profit on Wednesday.

I am nervous about the interview, and everything that comes after it. I’ll be okay though. If I do get it and if it is full-time, I can finally kick out my roommate. It doesn’t mean that I will, it just means that I can. I feel bad that the only other friends in her life are two men she has slept with who don’t want to date a 38-year-old child. She doesn’t need to come home to another man being an asshole to her but… I don’t care anymore. She knows I am crossed with her right now. I was passive-aggressive enough. She’s just outside smoking her weed, sulking. I brought an unopened box of wine home, I am not letting her touch it. I’m going to leave it in the open so that it can haunt her like a specter. A phantom that will trigger her alcoholism.

She started to pack up her glass containers with the mold, I tried to intervene and tell her that there is mold on them and she doesn’t care. She will just continue to use them like that. She has two autoimmune diseases, she can’t afford to fuck around with mold. She is on her way to cancer. I hate witnessing this shit.

I’m just going to take a lot of CBD oil and watch Avatar before bed. Tomorrow I am off and I am going with my sister to a small fair to celebrate my niece’s birthday. We might go to the beach as well. It’s going to be psychotic out there, the heat. It’s going to be hard to keep the kids hydrated. I already know my nephew will throw up. Muahaha. I can’t wait to go on those rides with them.