The bottom has fallen out.
Yesterday, I determined that our former roommate did, in fact, fuck us
and take off to Ottawa
. No rent was paid, and there are a good number of electronic devices
that haven't been seen since he left.
After discovering this, I also determined that my bank account balance
is now over a thousand dollars, negative. I discovered this trying to buy bus tickets
to get to work
, which caused me to be late getting there, for obvious reasons.
After getting to work, I was laid off
, ostensibly for being late. I suspect politics
, but I usually suspect such things where people are involved
Things with Jessica
have been relatively stable, but I suppose this is a non-statement
if you consider what 'stable' is relative to.
I had planned to take a weekend vacation
next week, get in a car and go somewhere I've never been before -- but it does not look like this is in the cards
, considering these most dire financial straits
I think Jes
might strangle me to death
, if I don't get out soon. It's been at least nine months that I haven't left Toronto
, and I don't think I've spent so long in one place, ever.
I've tried to write several witty sentences
describing how I feel, but my traitor fingers
keep tying the same message, over and over -- I need to get away. I need to get away. I need to get away.
I need to get away