Bethany

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The infrequency of my updates is sadly a direct reflection of current circumstances. There is trouble brewing that I'm not fond of.

There is trouble brewing that I'm not fond of at all.

Olive might be pregnant, and I don't know what to do. I refuse to live around one of those things, but I have nowhere else to live. I hate her more than I can say for putting me in this situation.

Ugh, pardon my internet absence. Apparently I was the one in charge of paying for internet service in this apartment, but no one found it convenient to let me know for the past three months. I turned on my laptop one morning, tried to connect to livejournal, and nothing. Nothing at all.

I asked Olive if she had paid the internet bill, but she shrugged her shoulders and feigned ignorance. Pissed off, I stormed into Nami's room and demanded to know what was going on.

"Well, did you pay the bill?"

What bill?

"Bethany," she said, looking at the infantile crap she was reading, "you're in charge of paying the ISP."

Why me? Why did I have to take care of everything?

"It's the only bill you pay." Nami began to squirm. "I mean, it's only twenty bucks a month!"

Twenty dollars a month? She knows I have no job, no income, and that the settlement money had not come in yet. I, being a principled woman, refused to pay.

Olive finally decided to do something decent for a change, and just paid to get service reinstalled.

There's some undue tension towards me in the apartment now, but I am just glad to have my livejournal back :)

Bah, I hate making more of my posts about my Novel "friends only", but a lot of breederdefenders are using it as an excuse to call me names. Also, for some reason, they're calling me a "cutter". Now, first of all, I am not a cutter in any way. Secondly, I never called myself one. Where are these guys getting this, I'll never know.

Anyway, not much to say about today. I went to the arcade and laughed at all the scrawny teenage bitches playing Dance Dance Revolution. That was fun :)

I went to the bank yesterday on the pretense to see if the money had come in. It had, but I told Nami that they "weren't sure" when the deposit would go through. She seemed a little pissy, saying that I told her it would be in a few days a few days ago.

EDITED FOR THE TROLLS CALLING ME A CUTTER

Olive is still bugging over me not having a job. What a bitch.

I hear there is a hurricane brewing.

I can't wait to hear the news about how many snotnosed crotchdroppings were destroyed while playing outside :)

We all went grocery shopping today (Shelia, Nami, Olive and me) and got some supplies for the apartment. It was rather dull, and I hated being surrounded by mewling sprogs demanding every sort of foodstuff in the store. I picked out Absolut, Snickers, and cube steak(so Olive could make something around the house for a change). Nami was paying, and she joked about having to buy sugared goods when she was a diabetic. I didn't laugh and almost admonished her for having such a cunty attitude. Whatever, though. I didn't have to pay :)

I spent the rest of the day listening to music and writing some more. My novel's slowly, but surely, getting finished. The only roadblock I've encountered is writing for the guy character, Jeff. Nami said that I should go out and hang out with some people to get some ideas, but I told her that I'd rather die than have to voluntarily "hang out" around people. It's funny how she thought I was joking.

I don't mind not being understood. I shouldn't expect people like her to be able to know what it's like to be me. Anyway, tommorow I'm supposed to look for a "job". I'll tell you how that goes.

I was pressured into this by a few of my "friends," so here I am.

It was yet another abysmal day. I just moved into my apartment and my mom was all calling me up, asking me how I was. Please, moomy, cut the umbilical chord already and give it a rest. I ran away from you so I wouldn't have to suffer from your nagging. fuck off.

I also bought some new fishnets. They look ok, but I think I got a snag in them (not that anyone will notice).