The f!cking deadbeat did it again!
3 days after the landlord leaves, after raising hell with me on the cleanliness of his house, and bitching about the damn high electric bill, because NO ONE except me turns out lights when they leave (although my Mac is turned on, it's in sleep mode). He's back to his old habits.
I get home from ecumenical choir rehearsal tonight (now that I'm pretty much over bronchitis, and after I FINALLY got my car back (it cost me $1600 dollars to put a new engine in the car, and the dealer wouldn't eat the cost, so the refinanced the car and added the additional cost onto what I originally financed), I find the fron porch light turned on. I turned that light out and turned on the hall light so I could get upstairs. I get to the lkitchen, since I stopped at Walmart on the way home to pick up some bacon, turn on the kitchen light, and see the mess he left on the counters and stove again! I'm way past sick and tired of cleaning up his messes in the kitchen. I'm way past sick and tired of his juvenile antics. He has two young sons, and they have a helluva lot more sense and maturity , for their ages, than he does.
I just hope he doesn't pay his rent on time. I want to see the landlord come back up here from Florida and throw this jerk out on his arse. It may mean I'll have to get out by the end of the year, but at least I'll have the satisfaction of seeing this bum becoming homeless.
Granted, I'm normally a patient and quiet person, but the paternal mean streak and maternal hairpin trigger on a short fuse temper has been buried for too long, and have been eating at me with this bum, this deadbeat, this jackass, this bully, for too long, and the stress level, the anxiety, and the sleeplessness are doing a number on me! I'm ready to put signs at all light switches saying TURN OUT THE F!CKING LIGHTS WHEN YOU LEAVE! Ditto with the kitchen: PUT YOUR F!CKING DIRTY DISHES IN THE F!CKING DISHWASHER AND CLEAN UP YOUR F!CKING MESSES ON THE F!CKING STOVE AND F!CKING KITCHEN COUNTERS AND THE F!CKING KITCHEN TABLE WHEN YOU ARE FINISHED!! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !
He'll probably b***h about the coffee table in the living room, as well as the plastic bag of garbage sitting counter, that I left there earlier this evening. But I've been wiping down the coffee table, and the plastic bag contains an empty discarded Levemir Flexpen carton, and paper towels, since the trash can is full, and the garbage collection for the week has been changed to Friday, due to the Thanksgiving holiday. (Since when has he Ever taken out the garbage? If I don't take it out, it piles up in the garage.)