First the locksmith at work tells me he met my late ex-husband's wife's son. Apparently Justin is going to school at SCSU and how that conversation came about, I can't even guess. Something about ren faires and the Valley and oh my God! Total WEIRDNESS!
Then I get home and Rita's all upset. She stopped to see Luisa today. Luisa got rid of all my stuff. Sold or gave away everything. I have no clothes for work for fall/winter. I have no memory boxes and no Christmas stuff -- all my Christmas memories and ornaments, etc. are gone. My bike with the tags still on it and Sam's bike. Everything. All of it. Except for the dryer. And she's saying that Anthony and Carol are pigs and she has to have the place fumigated, etc., etc., etc.
I'm only relieved that it's over and I never have to see her again. And I'm thinking I'll live in my car before I ever rent from someone again. I live with family or I live in my car. That's it.
And Rita talked to Luisa and to Freddy and I really don't want to see or talk to either of them. They had to call Pro Clean? Oh fucking well! I don't live in scum. My house was clean. They don't like it too bad. The only part that probably wasn't was under the stove because I forgot to get under there. I cleaned every frigging thing in that place except outside window sills. What the fuck does she expect. I really hope she had to spend ten times the security deposit because she's fucking nuts.
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