I really know what it means to be homeless now.
I’m writing this from Kelly’s house…coming over here this morning was my last resort.
Okay.
Two days ago me and Adrian and Christen went out to Denny’s, and I happened to forget my backpack in her car. I didn’t want to inconvenience her because she said she was really tired, so I just left her a voicemail saying it wasn’t terribly important and that I would get it from her soon.
It wasn’t until the next day that I realized that my house keys were in that backpack. I had made a spare set for just such an occurrence, but guess what? They didn’t work! Woo! Score one more for my shitty luck!
I tried to call her all day, and got through once. She said “I’m at work, I’ll call you back.” I waited a few hours and decided to take two buses down to Arden Fair (where she works) with Adrian. Got there, went to Brookstone, she wasn’t there. Two more freezing cold hours later, we were back at Adrian’s house.
Today I have to go to work and I have no idea how to get into my house to take a shower and put on clothes that don’t smell like B.O. My last resort was to take my last $2 and wait an hour in the freezing cold to ride the bus to Kelly’s house.
GUESS WHAT? NOBODY’S FUCKING HERE!!!!!! MOTHER FUCK!!!
I took a shower though, and I’ll take the 11:00 bus and get to work four or so hours late, but I am just so angry right now I want to scream.
Grammie is on vacation or something and I don’t have her cell number (I hadn’t synced up my new phone with my old numbers) and Christen’s phone goes straight to voicemail. Oh my fucking god I am angry.
HOW.
FUCKING.
DIFFICULT.
IS.
IT.
TO.
ANSWER.
YOUR.
FUCKING.
VOICEMAIL.
I don’t mean to be an asshole, I’m just extremely frustrated and very, very cold.