i know i haven't written in quite some time, but i don't ever really get the chance. today i'm gonna vent :D

i'm doing the best for myself right now. better than i've ever done in my whole life. i have a great job, a really nice apartment, and i'm working on getting a car. hopefully soon, i'll get into school as well. i'm finally a real adult. i have priorities, and responsibilities and i take care of them for once. i don't depend on anyone for anything and it feels great!!

one of my old friends got into a bad spot not that long ago, and i gave her my shoulder. her and her gf broke up, and she moved from san antonio back to lubbock in hopes of picking up again and starting over. well, from what she told me, the so called "friend" she moved in with was making her stay very uncomfortable. she told me he kept trying to have sex with her, and whipping his dick out in front of her ect. ect.....sooooooooooo i told her that before she started her new job in california, she could stay her remaining 2 weeks with me if she needed to. she'd given me a place to stay before when i didn't have shit, and i wasn't working. so i figured it was the right thing to do. i only gave her a few conditions on staying. clean up after yourself, and don't smoke in the house. pretty fuckin easy ya think. obviously not. i made sure there was dinner every night for her, and plenty of food in the house so she could eat while i was at work. the entire time she was here, this is how the stay went...she claimed she had no money, that friends were putting money on a wal-mart card for her. so i put $20 in gas in her truck. she said they'd only scrounged up a couple bucks here and there...she smoked at least 2 packs of cigarettes a day, every fucking day she was here. (14 x roughly $7) she could afford to buy new bath salts, and body soaps, a soda everyday. she at almost everything i bought...about $100 worth of groceries, 6 rolls of toilet paper, and 2 rolls of paper towels. who the fuck goes thru that much shit in less than a week!! i guess anyone would if they didn't fucking buy it huh. one day before i got home from work we were gonna have fish sticks for dinner, and i asked her to please run to the store and get some tartar sauce and a roll of paper towels....guess what? she said she didn't have any money. so i counted change and spent a total of $2 to get stuff for dinner. i came home everyday, and the house was hot, and smelled like fucking smoke. i just figured at 2 packs a day it was saturated in her clothes and that's what i was smelling. found out different yesterday...after she's gone already, i noticed that the screen was kinda popped off on the bottom outside. i put it back and paid no mind. then today i noticed there were fucking ashes in the window sill!! how fucking hard is it to smoke outside!! now it all comes together why the house was always so hot, she had the window open. i can't get the smell of smoke out of my living room. she left and didn't say thank you for letting me stay, no nothing. she dropped off my house key and i hadn't heard from her since. *shakes head*
OH and to top it off, i found out that the real reason she had to move out of the house she was in was because she wasn't working the whole fucking time, and he moved in someone who had a job and would help.
another hard lesson learned...