Yesterday was a hell of a day.
On Friday night, Sam finally dumped her boyfriend. From what she told me (and from what I accidentally heard through these paper-thin walls), she tried to let him down easily, but he made matters impossible and stormed out around midnight. Ordinarily, this wouldn't have been a problem, but he was holding their rent money for ransom, refusing to put it in the bank, despite her asking him to do so. Repeatedly. Supposedly, he already gave the landlord the check last week, so it'll likely go through tomorrow, which will cause a lot of problems if he doesn't deposit the money.
I woke up yesterday morning to find that he hadn't gone to work. Apparently, he skipped out on that like he skipped out on school the day before. The man honestly has no sense of responsibility. It's pissing me off - and he's not even my problem. So, when Sam got home yesterday afternoon, she confronted him about the rent money again, and again, he refused to even talk about it. He started packing a bag a little while after that, so we cornered him and tried to get a straight answer from him. She just wanted to know where the money went. He finally told her that he deposited it in an account that she doesn't have access to. We're not sure if we believe him or not since he refused to give her any details.
To make matters worse, he tried to steal the internet modem. Never mind that Sam pays the internet bill, he decided that he was entitled to it and packed it in his duffel bag. Sam stole it back when he wasn't looking and gave it to me to hide (we were on the same wavelength on that one, thank goodness - there was no way we were letting him walk out with that).
On top of all that, he decided that even though he was leaving, he was going to keep the house key. He even tried coming back into the house after he walked out. Fortunately, there's a deadbolt inaccessible to the outside, which means that his house key is useless when there's someone inside to lock it. I'm hoping I can convince her to change the locks, since I really wouldn't put it past him to come back when she's at work and cause trouble. I always knew the guy was a meathead, but this was all a bit much, even for a meathead.
It still boggles my mind how incredibly insensitive some people can be. I'm likely not the most thoughtful person in the world, nor the most reasonable, but I hope someone takes me out behind the shed and puts a bullet in my brain before I put someone through what this idiot is forcing Sam to put up with. It's people like him that make me cringe away from serious commitments. I'm certainly not writing off the idea of ever getting into a relationship with somebody, but honestly, that somebody is going to have to be extremely fucking spectacular, and that's my final word on the matter.
So, after he finally stopped trying to text her, we settled in, had a few drinks, and made dinner. Cooking with Sam is epic because the end results are nothing short of gourmet. On Friday, we went shopping for ingredients, came back, and cooked Mediterranean chicken orzo and potato skins.
And last night, we tried chocolate steak with roasted eggplant and goat cheese mashed potatoes.
Utter perfection. Plus, I learned a thing or two about cooking. I think it's safe to say that I can go home and try a few things without burning my kitchen down. That's an accomplishment for me. Really.
It looks like I'll be staying here another day or two, depending on what happens on Monday. I'd like to stay longer, but I have to get home and get some things done before I go to California on Friday. I'm really excited about that. Some of the stuff I ordered arrived at my house on Friday, which is awesome, because that means I have new outfits for the California shows. Now, once I fix the button on my faux leather pants, I'll be good to go. What? Wearing faux leather in June isn't that strange. Yes, it'll be hotter than hell, but I've worn them for 20 hours straight once, half of it in the sun and half of it in a crazy dance pit, and I'll do it again.
I'm still a little drunk. But surprisingly, I no longer feel drunk. Shame. I was really enjoying that buzz.
Well, I guess there's always later tonight.
There'll be times when my crimes will seem almost unforgivable. I give in to sin because you have to make this life livable.
Listening to: Strangelove - Depeche Mode
