Words cannot describe how fucked over I feel this evening.
PsychoB sat there and lied through his yellow teeth about moving out today. ‘Oh yeah, I’ll be going on Wednesday’, he said to me. ‘It’s my day off.’
Something about the truck coming and packing his stuff before the hockey game and then leaving a few bits and then getting a friend to swing by for that on Friday.
My bullshitometer started ringing madly when I heard that, because I’ve never seen him in the company of a stranger never mind a friend. Although one or two rough-voiced blokes call him on the phone occasionally.
But I allowed myself to get excited.
Left it nice and late to get home this evening, just so he’d be gone.
He wasn’t there.
BUT ALL HIS FUCKING STUFF IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Going to calm down and have a glass of wine now. And then blog about something nice.
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