Friday, May 27, 2005

It's Friday . . .

Literally.

Both the day and the movie.

I find it oddly poetic that this just happened.

I live in a upper middle to lower upper class neighborhood. The neighborhood association costs $300 per year and you must pay it. It goes to keep the track mowed and free of bumps, the pool maintained and guarded, the playground filled with new equipment and the basketball area in nets and balls. What it doesn't pay for is the elimination of the unsavory characters.

Several nights ago, I was setting the sprinkler to water my newly re-landscaped front yard when I noticed Debo. All kidding aside, Debo is stalking my area.

A very largely muscled, bald headed, black man in a white t-shirt and pants low enough to reveal his boxers rides a very small bicycle around my neighborhood every night. My boyfriend and I have began to jokingly ask "Didya see Debo yet today?" He has a schedule. He always rides down the road, past my window at approximately 7 p.m. each night. However, he deviated from this pattern today.

He rode past my house at 9 a.m. this morning. Debo in all his glory was riding by and carrying in one hand a large cardboard box.

I wondered if it was his day off. I wondered if he was going to be fired . . . on his day off. For stealing boxes. On tape. On his day off.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

The Dentist, what?

So, how many people has the following happened to:

Loving boyfriend: "Baby, smile at me again."

Confused girlfriend: "Umm . . why?"

Loving boyfriend: "Just do it."

Bemused girlfriend - Smiles

Caustic boyfriend: "When did you say your dentist appointment was again?"

Alarmed girlfriend: "Umm . . . next week, why?"

Asshole boyfriend: "Because your teeth from your canines back are brown."

Nasty mouthed girlfriend runs to bathroom to check. Sees NOTHING of note. Returns to living room, completely ignoring Beauty Pageant Judge boyfriend's existence.

2 hrs later . . . .

Ignored boyfriend: "When you opened your mouth right then your teeth didn't look brown. Smile again, wide."

Pissed off girlfriend snarls instead of smiles - this appearantly allows him to see teeth again.

Ignorant boyfriend: "Babe, appearantly it was just the shadow of the light in the living room. Your teeth aren't brown."

Brilliantly white teethed girlfriend replies: "That sounds oddly like a man who knows he isn't getting any tonight trying to retract a stupid statement by adding a lie to the mix."

Flustered boyfriend: "No, seriously, it was just a shadow I guess. Your teeth don't look brown in here. Remind me to look in the morning when we're going out to our cars."

Abstinate for the night girlfriend: "Eat shit and die."

2 minutes later:

Abstinate for the night girlfriend gets a VERY belated stroke of brilliance: "Then your teeth will be brown too and maybe we can kiss again."

Has already put previous comment out of his head boyfriend: "HUH?"

Pissed off at delay of greatness girlfriend: "Forget it."

My dentist is actually a fine piece of ass. Maybe if my boyfriend keeps making stupid ass comments I'll try and do him instead. At least then I will be CERTAIN that brown teeth are a result of shadowed light.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Ummm . . .

How can I create a post for a URL that doesn't exist?

Or at least that's what it says EVERY DAMN TIME I try and get to my blog to read the comments that have been posted today.

Let's try it . . . wouldn't it be interesting if this posted to somewhere the rest of the world can get to and I can't.

Oh wait, but I visited EVERY OTHER DAMN BLOG THAT I READ and they're all up and running. It's just mine. Just mine.

Is it just me, or am I kind of whiney, bitchy and "Why me?" all the time lately? Okay, not all the time, just the last two posts.

Monday, May 23, 2005

How Did I Get Here???? Was That Your Question??

Holy Shit . . how hard is this? It's simple math people.

I have a friend. She's a wonderful friend, though sometimes a little over involved in my life (to be read as OVERBEARING) and a little too preachy for my liking lately. She also seems to have difficulty doing simple math. . . and since you can't yell at your friends (unless they're really wonderful friends - Byrdie!), I'm going to yell here.

This is how I got here (oh, and for those who don't know, here is in about $10,000 of credit card debt):

I was doing so wonderfully. Had finished graduate school, had started my own business, was raking in the dough. I had even stored over $6,000.00 in savings after only 4 months of working. It was great.

And then . . .

Car wreck #1:

2 days before Christmas. Stephen and I are on the way to his parents house to give his mother the damn out amazing floral arrangement and gorgeous urn that I put all together (Thanks, Pier 1 for the materials). We are stopped at a red light, in the turning lane to turn left. Suddenly - Mrs. Housewife decides she can't f---ing wait 30 more seconds to drive the (I KID YOU NOT) block and half to her house and guns it out of the Kroger parking lot slap ass into us. T-boned my door. Wow - PAIN!

Broken head of the femur (leg bone, area of the hip joint) severely damaged ligaments and muscles. Not to mention the pain from other minor injuries. TALK of a hip replacement. I'm 24 for Gods sake! Crutches for 6 weeks, and I'm STILL supposed to be on a cane now.

I couldn't work for 3 weeks, and then, when I could, it was such a hassle and there was so much pain, I could only work part time for 2 weeks. So basically a month without work.

Wreck #2:

I'm FINALLY starting to feel better. I've been working full time for a week and a half. Thinking woo hoo, my savings are now mostly depleted, but I still have some money in there and I'm starting to make more! Yippee! Not to mention, I've met a wonderful, terrific, handsome man.

Leaving his apartment to travel back to my house to ready myself for work (get your heads out of the gutters kids, it wasn't that kind of night). For what is probably one of the few times in my life, I'm actually paying attention to the road. My hands are at 10 and 2, the radio is NOT obscenely loud with alternative music, I am not (miracle of miracles) on the cell phone. I am even actively scanning the lanes. Traveling a modest 65 mph on the highway. This particular highway has 5 lanes. 2 East bound, 1 turning lane for the country roads and 2 West bound. I'm East bound in the lane closest to the turning lane because I was JUST then passing an idiot doing 50.

The rest is from police reports from other individuals and what VERY little I remember seeing in that flash. Small black car in the turning lane. Witnesses report that this person had been traveling in the turning lane (can you say ILLEGAL) for 5 miles. I swear to God, he looks up at me and then cuts the wheel directly into me. The policemen in my hospital room later that day tell me that he was trying to commit suicide and waiting for the biggest vehicle to come along. I guess a Toyota Sequoia fit the bill.

We slammed head on at 65 mph. The police tell me that there was nothing I could have done. They said there weren't even skids on the road from any of us involved because it happened too fast. We had NO time to react. This guy was a real psycho sicko. The impact forced my driver's side into oncoming traffic, where the gentleman who was behind me had NO time to stop either and slammed into me again directly into the driver's side door.

I can not even explain to you what the vehicle - my pride and joy, my graduation present to myself - looked like. I can tell you this. One of my best friends from college happened to drive by the accident that morning. She tells me that she didn't stop because "it looked like a Jeep Liberty, it was just so small". Head on collisions at 65 mph (each person) will do that. My vehicle was reduced to less than half it's size from the wreck. The man attempting to commit suicide - well, he succeeded. He died on impact. (Don't go there, I'm still having nightmares.)

So . . . another month without work. And then part time work because of the injuries. But, on a bright note - My pride and joy saved my life. I immediately purchased a brand new 2005 Toyota Sequoia as soon as I could drive again.

2 months without any income . . . about a month and a half with half income. Yet, the bills were not only the same, they were plus some. So here's the math:

From Dec to mid April I made only (roughly) $8,000.00. Keep in mind, I'm used to taking home more than $5,000.00 per month. That was for an entire 4 month period!

So let's do this:

8000.00
minus 800.00 (house payment) * 4
equals 4800.00

4800.00
minus 900.00 (car payment) * 4
equals 1200.00

1200.00
minus 400.00 (gasoline - I travel A LOT for work) * 2 (months I actually got to work)
equals 400.00

400.00
minus 500.00 (groceries and prescriptions) * 4
equals -1600.00

-1600.00
minus 500.00 (utilities, phone/fax, internet, satellite) * 4
equals -3600.00

-1600.00
minus 400.00 (monthly IRA contribution) + 275.56 (monthly independent health insurance premium) + 25.00 (monthly dental insurance premium)
equals 700.56 * 4
equals -4402.24

-4402.24
minus 1500.00 quarterly tax estimate for self employed
equals -5902.24

and the list continues and continues . . .think about everything else that pops up suddenly - - like the end of the year taxes and social security for last year, which I had to pay in March -- which equalled about another 2,000.00 on top of the much higher quarterly I was already paying (being self employed sucks sometimes). Or the $425 certification renewal I had to pay to keep my license current, oh and the $100 licensure fee, also to keep my license current so I could continue practicing. Oh and the malpractice insurance and oil changes since I drive about 4000 miles a month and my student loan payments and 1000 other different piddly ass things that come up in a given month (including my Termite certificate renewal - hit for 2 yrs - $375).

I know that some of those things I could live without - I didn't have to get that expensive a car . . . but at the time, I was making MORE than enough to pay for it -- and knew I was only going to make more.

So, THAT, is how I got here. That is why I have so much debt accumulated now. Because I had NO income coming in, but the same amount of bills. Because you can't just STOP the world because you aren't working. Nextel, Conway Corporation, Southwestern Bell, Arkla, USBanks, The Department of Education, Arkansas Blue Cross/Blue Shield, and the list goes on - - THEY DON'T CARE that you have no money coming in. They still want their money going out.

So don't JUDGE me because I have some credit card debt for the first time in a long time . . .. it wasn't my fault . . . but I'm paying it off. Little by little. As I get on my feet. As I get off my cane. As I realize that eventually I WILL be cleared by the doctor and maybe the insurance companies will reimburse me for the time I missed through no fault of my own. As I stop being angry at the world because this happened to me. Twice.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

To Those Who Don't Know

1 - It's down on the right, up on the right. This goes for so many things. These include: roadways, supermarket aisles, stairways, malls, etc. If you are directionally impaired, I feel for you, but for the love of Christ, follow the others!

2 - It's not necessary to gawk at accidents. It's perfectly acceptable to look - WHILE maintaining a positive speed. We do NOT slow down to 30 mph on a 70 mph highway to look at the miniscule fender bender in the median NOT obstructing traffic. When you are ignorant enough to slow down to 30, you make others do the same and make me late for work.

3 - It's viciously irritating to see people who think the world owes them something. We all have problems, we all have a past, and yet most of us still get up every morning, go to work and pay our own bills. We also don't walk obscenely slow in the middle of the road and then glare at the people who actually expect to DRIVE in the road (what a novel idea). If your great grandfather was a slave, I'm so sorry. But you can't blame me. I wasn't even around. And don't think about suing for remuneration - as a whole, you've been compensated greatly through welfare, medicaid, foodstamps and the like. And no, I'm not just talking about African Americans. I'm also talking about children of indentured servants and the white trash of the world who think that the employment office is just somewhere to hang out to show welfare that you're trying.

4 - Ignorance is not amusing. I don't find it funny that a 30-year old honestly fills out the "sex" blank with "mail". I am not laughing when I read that someone had a "full service" instead of "full term" pregnancy. Oh, and if you're wondering why your child failed the language tests so miserably - - you're right, he probably doesn't have a language disorder, and doesn't need therapy - - what he needs is a new environment and to be raised with someone with an IQ greater than 12.

5 - If your kid is 4 years old and is still shitting in his pull-up (WHY IS HE IN A PULL UP??) and not telling anyone, that is YOUR failure. I know 2 yr olds with severe Downs Syndrome who are potty trained. Get off your lazy ass and teach your kid that being 4 and not potty trained is embarassing. You might even want to spank him once in a while.

6 - 2 cars that do not operate, a trash can, old living room furniture and a rusty bike are NOT considered to be lawn "art". You're dirty. You're lazy. And you should be eliminated from society. What you do IN your own house is your own business. But don't make me look at it and don't bring down my property value.

7 - Don't tell me that you don't have auto insurance because it's too expensive. It's too expensive because morons like you don't have it and then the insurance companies have to shell out thousands of dollars when you hit me.

8 - Explain to me how you can have no job, have welfare, medicaid and foodstamps, and drive a 2005 Lincoln Navigator. Because I need that hook-up.

9 - Bankruptcy is not a catch all. You can NOT buy anything and everything you want and then declare bankruptcy so you don't have to pay for any of it. I love the new bankruptcy laws. I just wish they hadn't put that 180 day waiting period for it's initiation on the bill. That just means that all the "I deserve this" people are putting a rush on buying their new jet ski, Escalade and Gucci shoes so they can file bankruptcy before the Republicans ruin the game for everyone. (damn the man for wanting you to PAY for the things you WANT, what nerve!)

10 - If you can't spell the word, or at the very least explain the meaning of it, don't use it in your speech. You just sound like an even bigger idiot than I already knew you were.

11 - Most serial killers have IQ's well above normal. Most are even above 150. Appearantly they just get so fed up with the stupidity that they do their part to eliminate it. Is it bad that I actually think these people are needed? I applaud their efforts. God knows I have my own share of homicidial urges (particularly in rush hour traffic). Thank you for doing what I, myself, am unable to do.

12 - Despite what we've been led to believe, this country was not meant to have an "income tax" system. Paying money for what you've worked to earn is ridiculous. Though I know where this came from, I don't see why we can't send it back.

13 - I applaud the homeless almost as much as I do serial killers. At least they're not draining society by opting for every single social program out there. I also don't feel as sorry for them as I should. And if you're honest, you don't either. Don't tell me you don't see some of them on the road holding signs and think "You put yourself there. You weren't born homeless. Why didn't you do something?" Because, regardless of what you hear, you CAN get a job. Maybe not once you ARE homeless. But when you had a home - you could have gotten a job. McDonald's is hiring all day, every day. Lower your cost of living. Move out of that $750 a month apartment into a $300 a month apartment. You can afford that on minimum wage if you get a roommate.

14 - You want to say I'm wrong and that you don't think these things . . . but you do.

Monday, May 09, 2005

Is a List Really Necessary???

So, I was told recently (about 2 seconds after posting the last post) that a simple Confession wasn't enough. That someone's list of attributes about themself was a wonderful idea and I should copy it.

I'm not much of a copier.
More a do your own thing kind of gal.
But let me know if I need to make a list.

Confessions

I'm addicted to trash novels.

Not like sleezy romances (though a good one every now and again never hurts, particularly if you're on a vacation), but crap books that serve no purpose.

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE a good novel, too. My favorite all time book is definitely "The Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand. I love non-fiction books such as ANYTHING by Jon Krakauer - even when things like "Into the Wild" made me want to reach into the not so distant past and jack slap some kid upside the head and scream WHAT KIND OF MORON MOVES TO ALASKA, DROWNS HIS CAR, BURNS HIS MONEY AND VENTURES INTO THE WILD WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A COAT OR A KNIFE!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?

But most of the time, say two to three times a week, I want to pick up some ignorant but wonderfully entertaining book. Something that makes me laugh out loud or make me want to jump the bones of people that don't even exist. If you need examples, here are some great trash books (some of them even make you THINK):

Dan Brown - Da Vinci Code (not so trashy, but the list gets worse)
John Case - The Genesis Code
Tom Tupor - The Codicil
Nelson Demille - Word of Honor
Charlaine Harris - Dead to the World
Janet Evanovich - ANY book in her Stephanie Plum numbered series
Jennifer Crusie - ANY book EXCEPT Faking It
Jennifer Weiner - Good in Bed
Harlan Coben - The Final Detail
Tami Hoag - anything from EARLY in her career
Kay Hooper - Stealing Shadows

So, that's my addiction, stupid books. The most recently finished (as in about 10 minutes ago) is the new Charlaine Harris book - "Dead as a Doornail". Female with ESP, fell in love with a vampire, got cheated on, started sleeping with a new vampire, he got his memory back (hard to follow, I know, just pick up the books) . . . . but you get the gist. Mindless, surreal non-sense. Something to take your mind away from everything.

How does a highly educated, somewhat intelligent female over the age of 13 still appreciate these things???

Saturday, May 07, 2005

If this makes me hard to live with, so be it.

Due to unforseen circumstances, I have had to re-evaluate myself as a living partner lately. I've come to a few conclusions:

I get whiney and bitchy when family members visit NOT because I'm hard to live with, but because, inevitably, someone tells me what to do or how to do something in my own house. I'm 25, I own my own business, I manage to make a car payment, house payment, credit card payments, loan payments, and utility bill payments all on my own. And yet, on the weekends when members of the family visit - I am inevitably told things like - "I just straightened this storage room the last time I was here. Why does it look like this? Clean your storage room out. Do you need all these things?" - - Don't get me wrong, I love my family more than anything. They are my best friends and the only people I know will always be there no matter what. I realize they are saying these things because they love me and want what's best for me. But I also realize that they are too much like me, and that some of the majority of the reason that they tell me these things is that they are control freaks. Nothing is right unless it's their way. I know this, because I'm the same way. I was the kid in class who did the entire group project on her own because she didn't trust the other members of her group to do it right. But, can I help it, when even knowing their love for me (and control freak natures) is what's driving the "I just straightened this storage room the last time I was here. Why does it look like this? Clean your storage room out. Do you need all these things?" comments make me want to scream "It's NOT your storage room! It's mine! It's my stuff! No, I probably don't need all of it! But it's mine and I want it and deal with it and if I want it all in here strewn over the floor, collecting dust and perfectly unusuable in the end, I can have it because it's MINE and in MY house!" If this makes me hard to live with, so be it.

I get bitchy when people leave things lying about in my house because, other than the storage room and a couple of closets (which are SO organized compared to almost everyone else I know) I'm a neat freak. I HATE to walk into a room and see the Sonic straw wrapper from the fast food dinner the night before sitting on the end table. Jesus, the trash can is 8 feet away. You had to throw your burger wrapper and fry container away, why did you leave that straw wrapper there. Yet again, when you make the payment, you can leave shit wherever you please. If this makes me hard to live with, so be it.

I get bitchy when people talk to me when a TV show that I actually dain to watch is on. This is because I don't watch that much TV (regardless of what my family may think - - - most times I'm watching the TV when they're here so they think I'm occupied and I can thusly ignore all the "clean your storage room" comments). And what TV I do watch, I like. I don't want to hear you yapping during the things I'm watching. If you want to yap, yap during the commercials that I don't want to watch that take up 15 minutes of the 30 minute show I do watch. Nothing you want to tell me is so important that it can't wait the three minutes until the next commercial break. If this makes me hard to live with, so be it.

I get bitchy when people break, stain or generally disrespect my property, including but not limited to: my carpet, my furniture, my dishes, my TV, my stereo, my countertops, and the like. If you break one of my dishes (it should be noted that the company has stopped making them and they are sold NO WHERE any longer), at least apologize for it. And following the apology, clean up the mess you made - aka shattered dish. Also, it would be nice, if you would offer to pay for said broken dish. Yes, I know they don't make it anymore so what money you would cough up would not go to replace it . . .. but I spent money to buy the dish in the first place, so if I am no longer going to have the dish, I would like to at least have my money back. They are my TV and stereo. If you ask, I have no problem with you watching or listening to them. Honestly, I don't. However, if there is something I want to watch . . . don't tell me that you're watching something and I should go in the other room or catch it at a later time. First of all, there is no longer another room in my house with a TV. I don't like having TV's in bedrooms, so the only TV I have is in the living room. And it's mine. So if I want to watch something - YOU go somewhere else. It's my TV and my satellite bill. Though, it should be noted, if you are a guest - I will almost ALWAYS let you watch whatever you want. However, if you are a close friend or a family member and you have been here 4 days, you are by God changing the damn channel so I can watch House, M.D. End of story. It's my TV. If this makes me hard to live with, so be it.

I get bitchy when my actions are questioned by others. Particularly actions which do not affect them. Such as buying a new purse. It's my money or in some cases, my credit card, and if I want to buy my 32nd new black purse of the year, don't try and make me feel guilty about it. I have not, nor will I ever, ask you for money to cover my debts. I made my own bed, I will lie in it. Saying things like "Where did that come from?" in a snide tone or "What's that, you're 32nd black purse?" or infinitely worse "I thought you were broke?" will only suffice to piss me the hell off. I have a job, I make VERY good money, I will buy what I want when I want it. I'm 25, don't question me about it. I don't question you about your purchases, don't try and guilt me into returning mine. Yet again, you're not going to have to pay for it, so what the hell do you care? If this makes me hard to live with, so be it.

I get bitchy when people imply that I'm lazy. Particularly when it's the weekend. I am most definitely NOT lazy. I work my ass off all week. The weekend is my time. I have a maid, so I don't have to clean. I do my laundry on the weeknights, so I have no laundry. If I want to lay sprawled out in my chair with my legs up on my ottoman, not take a shower, wrap up in a chenille throw, read a meaningless book and watch crappy TV, by God, I will. Don't attempt to make me feel guilty because I don't want to sit outside in the 90 degree heat with the bugs and the barking of the neighborhood dogs and the endless bird chirping. Sometimes, I would rather be outside. Many a time have I sat out on my swing and read a book all day in the sun, but sometimes I want the mindlessness of the TV on in the background, the air conditioner cooling my body and the book of my choice. Preferring for you to shut up and let me do what I want on the only two days that I DON'T have to follow other people's rules and demands instead of cleaning the storage room, re-arranging my kitchen cabinets, ironing my clothes or washing my car is NOT a sin. If this makes me hard to live with, so be it.

I get bitchy when people make snide comments about what I eat or how I eat or when I eat. Yet again, it's the judgement thing. I don't judge you on what you eat or how you eat, leave me the hell alone about how I do. If I want to eat nothing all day and then sit in front of the TV and devour an entire can of cashews, that's my choice. Cashews aren't that bad for you, particularly when you haven't had anything else all day. If I want to work all day long, come home and eat a salad, some pasta and some grilled chicken and then later have a twinkie or two - it's not going to kill me! I can have a GD twinkie. Don't look at me with a condescending glance or say something like "Didn't we just eat dinner?" or "That's healthy." Yet again, I'm 25 years old, I've made it this far, I think I will make it a little farther. And do you really think your glances or comments are going to alter my eating habits . . . or do you think MAYBE that they will piss me off enough that I might eat more just to spite you. If this makes me hard to live with, so be it.

So, basically, this all boils down to the following: We all have things we won't budge on. We're all selfish people in our own way. If eating a twinkie, watching my TV, laying on my chair, being a neat freak, buying a purse and not wanting to clean my damn storage room makes me hard to live with, so be it. But you guys have your selfish actions in your own house, too. Just remember that when you're about to venture into someone else's home for a period of time longer than a few hours. Maybe you don't like it when someone puts their feet on your coffee table, I know I don't, but I also know 12 other people who think it's perfectly fine. You respect me and my choices and I will reciprocate. Then maybe neither of us will be so hard to live with.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Wal-Mart Travesties

Every time I venture to the Hell known as Wal-Mart, I have new questions in my mind:

Do people who are white trash KNOW they are white trash, and if so, why don't they do something about it?

Why even make a bikini in a size 4X, does this not just tempt the above mentioned people to make bad decisions? Why even give them the choice?

Where did the mullet emerge from and how do we send it back?

Can there really be that many people in the world who think black shoes/brown belt is a good combo?

When did deoderant become optional? For that matter, when did bathing? Or at least combing one's hair?

Do African Americans really believe that "house shoes" are appropriate foot attire for public places? (which I guess is better than Britney Spears going barefoot into public restrooms)

Why do women of general attractiveness shove themselves into a size 4 when they're a respectable size 10?

People over the age of 8 buy Tweety bird t-shirts . . . for themselves????????? (do you ever want to randomly throw a mirror into their cart?? Just to make sure they DO actually have one at their house)

What is a 70-ish withered man doing with a basket full of nothing but KY jelly and Citrucel?

What is a 300 lb woman doing with a cart full of Trimspa, Dexatrim, Green Tea and Twinkies? Is this a new diet plan?

When did child protection laws mean that you couldn't smack your child firmly across the bottom when she's screaming for 10 minutes at the top of her lungs "I WANT THE TELETUBBY!!!!!!"? Even though the mother deserves this abuse for letting her child be subjected to that idiocy to begin with, the rest of us would like a LITTLE peace and quiet when we're in hell.

And these are the reasons I attempt to do my shopping at 1:00 A.M. on Saturday when normal people are either in bed or out on the town. I reserve Saturday night for either of those activities and Friday night to avoid the spoiled masses who attend the church of Wal-Mart. But there are those necessary emergencies (out of aspirin when the family is in town) which require us to brave the wild.

Where in the GD world . . .

Long story which may be published later, possible within the obituary of one of my family members. . . .. but some questions resulting from the story??

1 - Where in the GD world, would someone be able to give two days notice before moving out of a place where he/she pays rent??

I'm honestly asking here. Someone please, send me an example. I'm dying to know.

2 - Where in the GD world, would someone be able to move out after two days notice and leave all their SHIT in the previous residence for, oh, let's say a three month span??

Notice when I say all their shit, I mean the following:

Large entertainment unit
Queen size bed
Computer desk and computer
Chest of drawers
Night stand
Two closets full of clothing (yes, ladies and gentlemen, this boy has taken up his entire MASSIVE closet AND . . . AND . . . AND the entire massive guest room closet)
And all other paraphenalia that goes along with a living space

You must be asking yourself what he actually took . ..
I'm anal so I counted. Brace yourself:

19 shirts
3 pairs of shorts
2 pairs of khakis
2 pairs of jeans
2 pairs of shoes
a rubbermaid drawer container holding:
5 undershirts
11 pairs of boxers
8 pairs of socks

And that's it folks.
Not his TV, not his X-Box, not his massive godforsaken furniture . . .

Oh wait . .
I forgot
He took his dog and his girlfriend
Forget the rant, I'm slightly pacified for now.