My roommate and I are moving out tommorrow. This is a pretty simple task that involves planning and using good judgement. But with this being said, he found a way took fuck it all up and piss me off in the process. How hard is it. You come home from work, you pack your shit, you get the fuck out, that't not hard now is it. Well, it is to him. So here's a little story.
Because of my money situation, I had to move out. There was no choice in the matter. I can be partly to blame for the percrastination, because I've been online and playing Mortal Kombat unitl the cows come home. But I don't have that much shit so of course I'm goin to wait till the last minute. I was planning to move on Saturday. My day off nothing to do but get my stuff packed. So early that morning I started packing. He woke up at about NOON, but he didn't get home from work until late. So I thought. NO, he was at a friends house until 2 am. Well it was friday night so I gave him benefit of the doubt.
I went to Huntsville to see a friend that I haven't seen in a while. We hung out until 4a.m. ( again, I too am also guilty.) But I still thought agout what I was going to do with my stuff before Wednesday. I was going to take some stuff to my grandparents during my breaks at work, then after I got ti all situated, I would take it all to my mom's. That was my plan. As far as is plan. I don't know what his fucking plan was.
Sunday was the day that we actually started. Since we had to be out by Wednesday, we hit it hard. All day we were cleaning and getting stuff together,untill.... Untill he decided to hang out with his girlfriend for a few hours.(he's whipped) So I said, "Fine, I'll just move my stuff untill you get back, and I'll help you with the rest." He said, "I'll be back as soon as I can." He left at about Five, didn't got back at around six, which was fine. Then I help him move his stuff to his new apartment. Again, I thought we were making progress. Untill..... Untill he decide to hang out with his girlfriend again after they made an arangement a few hours before. I was cool with that thinking to my self, "All we have to do is hit it hard again for the next day and a half, and we'll be fine."
Oh no, that's when the shit hit the fan. He got pissed with his girlfriend because she decided to bring her friend along with her. He thought they were going to have some alone time. He was wrong. So he got pissed, and stormed off. Came home and started complaining. "Adam, she really pissed me off fonight. We were supposed to hang out, but she had to drag along a friend and take her to Wal-Mart. So I was like screw it, I'm not waiting anymore after I waited for an hour" I really didn't give a shit up untill he said, " She wanted to hang out tomorrow night, but I'm hanging out with someone else tomorrow night. (a female that he met a month ago and they've been talking ever since. Actually met through me but I'm not getting into that, I'm pissed enough as it is).
So I made up my mind for tomorrow(today) I was going to get of work, take all my shit, and move it out. Then tomorrow(tuesday) Repeat. I wasn't going to help him with his stuff cause he had plans. So when I got home from work, he wasn't at home "Figured so", I said to myself. "He probably hanging out with what's her face." (that wasn't his girlfriend) Old what's her face called right after I thought that. Asked for him, and gave me a message to give. "Figured he was going to do that, make plans and forget them. He does it all the time", I said to myself after I got my stuff out. ( to be continued) The story becoming to long so I'm breaking it into two parts."
