Dipshit is GONE!

Out of my life! Well, almost. He apparently will be making some Special Return Appearance in a week or two to gather any mail and...vacuum. !?!? VACUUM? First he said he'd be back to return his cable box, which shocked me, as I had no faith in him doing such a thing. I told him I'd do it today; he was appreciative and moved on...for 5 seconds, before backing up into the kitchen to say he'd STILL be back to...do that vacuuming. It's insanity; I'M gonna vacuum tomorrow. Ugh.

The truth of the matter is that I have SO much to say, but can't really process it all. Plus, i've been writing in my diary ALL day, so all details are nicely tucked there. Third, i'm fucking EXHAUSTED from cleaning up HIS goddamn shit. He is THE WORST mover I may have EVER seen...a complete half-assed production. I was following him around like a nagging mother for 2 straight hours, reminding and asking him about endless possessions. Thank GOD I didn't make up somewhere to go; Lord KNOWS what i'd come back to see.

So he left about 1:10pm and I more or less cleaned up for 12 hours...and i'm still not done. Brought that cable box back, too. My energy level was THROUGH the bloody roof...running on the high of Dipshit exiting my life! Just too, too, TOO much to say, though.

End of an era. Thank God.

And now i'm enjoying a Guinness.

SO LONG, FUCKER!!!!!