BiBunny
Moon Queen & Wanderer
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I'm sorry I've posted so many threads in the last few days, but this one is a rant, pure and simple. It's probably going to be extremely long as well, so if you aren't in the mood for a long Bunny rant, you can go ahead and back away now. 
Kitty and I live in a small apartment complex. It has two buildings and four one-bedroom apartments in each building. She lives on the end of one of the buildings, and I live next door to her. They aren't huge apartments, but they're cheap and nice enough for the money. (And we're broke-ass college students!)
Our friend, L. lived in a bigger 3-bedroom complex across town. She has known for 3 months that her lease ended on July 31st and that she would have to move. She has been trying to get Kitty and me to rent a house with her, but she's notorious for not paying her bills on time (and Kitty and I are both anal-retentive about getting bills paid when they're due), so we KNEW we'd get screwed if we went along with this scheme, not to mention the fact that Kitty's the only one with a job at the moment.
Ok, L. spent over a week in Indianapolis with her dorkwad of a boyfriend right before she had to move. We've been trying to steer her in the direction of some subleases, but no such luck. "If y'all can't get a house with me, I'll just move in with one of y'all," she says. Great.
So, after screwing around in Indy when she needed to be looking for a place to live, or at least packing her shit up to move, she came home and asked if I could get my father's pickup truck to help her move. Like a good friend, I said yes. Daddy's a long-distance truck driver. He drives his pickup truck to the plant, which is about 30 miles or so away from here, and then gets in the big truck. I called him, and he said it'd be fine for me to go get the truck, as long as I had it back by today because he'd be back today and would need it to get home. No problem, right?
Sunday, Kitty and I make the 60-mile round-trip to get the truck. L.'s boyfriend was down from Indy to "help her move." He's a 19-year-old prick who needs to grow the fuck up in my opinion. While we were trying to move shit, he was in her apartment playing VIDEO GAMES!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, we moved her furniture from her apartment to a storage unit she'd rented. After that, she promised us she had it covered and that we could just come back Monday and help her move the rest of her stuff.
Monday, the 30th, rolled around, and she text-messaged me, wanting help. I assumed she already had everything boxed up and ready to go and was just wanting Kitty and me to help her load the stuff up on the back of the truck. When I got to her place, NOTHING had been done. Kitty and I spent all of Monday helping her pack stuff in boxes. I came home to cook supper, and Kitty loaded the entire back of the truck BY HERSELF because L. didn't even offer to help. Needless to say, we were getting pissed.
Kitty and I both went to bed early Monday night because we were exhausted. L. text-messaged us at 1:30 AM (woke us up) and asked if we'd finish her moving for her tomorrow, so she could go on vacation with her family in Tennessee! Kitty told her there was no way we could do it. We didn't take this girl to raise, anyway.
Yesterday, the 31st, we went back over to help her finish moving. She had all her stuff packed this time, but was rushing us along because she had to "go out for a little while." We thought she had something important to do, so we got all her stuff moved out for her. I was exhausted when we finally got back to mine and Kitty's places, and L. hadn't done much in the way of helping, so I didn't feel too guilty about letting her unload her shit herself. Of course, now all her damn boxes have my living room stuffed to the gills. I can't turn around without falling over something that she really doesn't need, anyway.
I made several comments about how I needed to put gas in Daddy's truck to take it back to him. I borrowed it with a half a tank of gas in it, so I was going to give it back with a half a tank in it. That's just how I was raised. If you borrow something, you give it back just like you found it. Of course, I was offered no money for gas, even though we'd probably driven the damn truck 150 miles or so. But I sucked it up and put $30 worth of gas in it (money I didn't really have, mind you) and took it back. Today, I had to put gas in my car, too, because I wasted what little was left in it going to get the truck and coming back.
L. kept on about how she didn't have money, and then she disappeared on us. Turns out, she'd met her goofy boyfriend about 2 hours north of here. Furthermore, she brought him BACK to Kitty's place early this morning (Kitty discovered this when she almost fell over him while getting ready to go to work) without even asking! To add insult to injury, Kitty saw them turning into one of the nicer restaurants in town when she was going to take her final for her summer class earlier! So much for not having money, huh?
So, yeah, I'm about to come unstuck on this girl. I don't know if I have the right to be angry or not, but I am. I feel like I've been used and taken advantage of. She'll probably live here until she graduates now, cramping up our already tiny places with her stuff, just because she thinks she won't have to pay rent or anything. She didn't even offer me gas money for that big, gas-guzzling truck, for God's sake! I wasn't about to take it back to Daddy with the tank empty. And then to make us hurry up and finish her moving so she could sneak off and see her boyfriend! We're pissed. Maybe we don't have the right to be, but we are.
Ok, I think I'm finished. I mostly just wanted to vent, but if anybody's got some suggestions, feel free to tell me. L. is my friend, and I don't want to make her angry at me, but I don't like being taken advantage of, either. I want her boyfriend gone, too. Kitty and I have decided that the reason L., who's 23 like me, dates this 19-year-old loser is that they're on the same maturity level. Can anybody help me at all? If something doesn't give soon, I know I'm going to lose my temper, and I really, really don't want to do that.
Kitty and I live in a small apartment complex. It has two buildings and four one-bedroom apartments in each building. She lives on the end of one of the buildings, and I live next door to her. They aren't huge apartments, but they're cheap and nice enough for the money. (And we're broke-ass college students!)
Our friend, L. lived in a bigger 3-bedroom complex across town. She has known for 3 months that her lease ended on July 31st and that she would have to move. She has been trying to get Kitty and me to rent a house with her, but she's notorious for not paying her bills on time (and Kitty and I are both anal-retentive about getting bills paid when they're due), so we KNEW we'd get screwed if we went along with this scheme, not to mention the fact that Kitty's the only one with a job at the moment.
Ok, L. spent over a week in Indianapolis with her dorkwad of a boyfriend right before she had to move. We've been trying to steer her in the direction of some subleases, but no such luck. "If y'all can't get a house with me, I'll just move in with one of y'all," she says. Great.
So, after screwing around in Indy when she needed to be looking for a place to live, or at least packing her shit up to move, she came home and asked if I could get my father's pickup truck to help her move. Like a good friend, I said yes. Daddy's a long-distance truck driver. He drives his pickup truck to the plant, which is about 30 miles or so away from here, and then gets in the big truck. I called him, and he said it'd be fine for me to go get the truck, as long as I had it back by today because he'd be back today and would need it to get home. No problem, right?
Sunday, Kitty and I make the 60-mile round-trip to get the truck. L.'s boyfriend was down from Indy to "help her move." He's a 19-year-old prick who needs to grow the fuck up in my opinion. While we were trying to move shit, he was in her apartment playing VIDEO GAMES!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, we moved her furniture from her apartment to a storage unit she'd rented. After that, she promised us she had it covered and that we could just come back Monday and help her move the rest of her stuff.
Monday, the 30th, rolled around, and she text-messaged me, wanting help. I assumed she already had everything boxed up and ready to go and was just wanting Kitty and me to help her load the stuff up on the back of the truck. When I got to her place, NOTHING had been done. Kitty and I spent all of Monday helping her pack stuff in boxes. I came home to cook supper, and Kitty loaded the entire back of the truck BY HERSELF because L. didn't even offer to help. Needless to say, we were getting pissed.
Kitty and I both went to bed early Monday night because we were exhausted. L. text-messaged us at 1:30 AM (woke us up) and asked if we'd finish her moving for her tomorrow, so she could go on vacation with her family in Tennessee!
Kitty told her there was no way we could do it. We didn't take this girl to raise, anyway.Yesterday, the 31st, we went back over to help her finish moving. She had all her stuff packed this time, but was rushing us along because she had to "go out for a little while." We thought she had something important to do, so we got all her stuff moved out for her. I was exhausted when we finally got back to mine and Kitty's places, and L. hadn't done much in the way of helping, so I didn't feel too guilty about letting her unload her shit herself. Of course, now all her damn boxes have my living room stuffed to the gills.
I can't turn around without falling over something that she really doesn't need, anyway.I made several comments about how I needed to put gas in Daddy's truck to take it back to him. I borrowed it with a half a tank of gas in it, so I was going to give it back with a half a tank in it. That's just how I was raised. If you borrow something, you give it back just like you found it. Of course, I was offered no money for gas, even though we'd probably driven the damn truck 150 miles or so. But I sucked it up and put $30 worth of gas in it (money I didn't really have, mind you) and took it back. Today, I had to put gas in my car, too, because I wasted what little was left in it going to get the truck and coming back.
L. kept on about how she didn't have money, and then she disappeared on us. Turns out, she'd met her goofy boyfriend about 2 hours north of here. Furthermore, she brought him BACK to Kitty's place early this morning (Kitty discovered this when she almost fell over him while getting ready to go to work) without even asking! To add insult to injury, Kitty saw them turning into one of the nicer restaurants in town when she was going to take her final for her summer class earlier! So much for not having money, huh?
So, yeah, I'm about to come unstuck on this girl. I don't know if I have the right to be angry or not, but I am. I feel like I've been used and taken advantage of. She'll probably live here until she graduates now, cramping up our already tiny places with her stuff, just because she thinks she won't have to pay rent or anything. She didn't even offer me gas money for that big, gas-guzzling truck, for God's sake! I wasn't about to take it back to Daddy with the tank empty. And then to make us hurry up and finish her moving so she could sneak off and see her boyfriend! We're pissed. Maybe we don't have the right to be, but we are.
Ok, I think I'm finished. I mostly just wanted to vent, but if anybody's got some suggestions, feel free to tell me. L. is my friend, and I don't want to make her angry at me, but I don't like being taken advantage of, either. I want her boyfriend gone, too. Kitty and I have decided that the reason L., who's 23 like me, dates this 19-year-old loser is that they're on the same maturity level.
Can anybody help me at all? If something doesn't give soon, I know I'm going to lose my temper, and I really, really don't want to do that. 
