Grip in Current Events

For dinner last night Toni and I went out to eat. She officially asked that we find a new place when our lease expires. I am not feeling it. I already came to that conclusion just a couple of weeks ago. I like our apartment. We get a lot for what we are paying for. She wants to move into a place that has newer appliances. Appliances that she will never ever take care of. It will just be newer things that I will have to maintain. She wants a place that is pet friendly. She wants a cat. She can just become clinically pathetic and get a service pet for her emotional incontinence, no? I thought her excessive drinking and being permanently high was the answer to feeling lonely. Something these cluster B’s feeling entitled to. #ToxicCodependency.

I don’t hate this woman, she is my friend. This living situation isn’t working out for me. I can communicate better, I will have to actually. She is an adult and needs to act like it. I live with a child. A functional alcoholic. She needs to take care of herself.

It will just be another apartment that she won’t even unpack in. She didn’t unpack her last apartment. She is still living out of storage totes in her room. She always commits to doing the dumb thing. How does she not even have the life experience to know when the power has gone out? She literally thought that all four light bulbs in her bathroom burned out at once.

I was just at IKEA and I offered to pick up the dresser she had been eyeing. No, she said she will just get it delivered. This is right before she told me that she doesn’t give a fuck while I was trying to communicate about our finances. She is just a spoiled brat, she left me to sort out that financial decision that I tried to discuss with her.

She does nothing for herself around here. Very little, I should say. When I had the moving truck for my stuff I offered to swing by her parents so she can load her stuff into it. She said no, then I ended up having to drive her back and forth multiple times after. There is something wrong in her head, she cannot make a good decision to save her life. Literally. She has alopecia, which is not an accident. She made her body a landfill, a dumping grounds for toxic waste and now it is showing. She made her body so toxic that it is now attacking itself. Good job!

Anyway, she suggested that we go to the beach today. That was yesterday. Today she will change her mind because that is what she always does. Always. She is going to get drunk and feel sorry for herself instead. You know, the dumb thing. I tried to talk my other friends into going but they are all busy. Except not for this evening, we are going to Ange’s to drink and eat. I am sick of having loser friends that don’t want to do anything beyond lounge around. I’ll go to the beach alone, whatever. I have tan lines and I hate this so much.

I’m just ranting. I was just working out a bit. I’m trying to do body weight stuff. I’m using the pull-up bar, finally. I have to work on my grip but I am not doing too badly. I do want to get a workout tower. It will fit in my room, whatever.

A new place wouldn’t be a bad idea though. I wouldn’t mind renting a house but that would just be more things that I will have to take care of. This woman will not do anything. She can’t even think beyond herself. omg I need to stop!

I need to get over being bitter right now. Maybe I will go for a run. It’s going to be too hot for that soon. Toni has a driving lesson in less than two hours. I will have an opportunity to do a coffee enema and an Epsom salt soak. Then I will feel better, I always feel better after that.