Graaaaaaaarrr!

Guess who just got another visit from the cops? This goes beyond ridiculous. My 60 year old mother and I were sitting on the bloody couch watching Simon & Simon for an hour and a half before the cop showed up. What the hell set the fucker off this time? The doors slamming next door? Twice? That even we didn't think were that big a deal and we were a hell of a lot closer to it than he was? Slimy bastard.

*takes a deep breath*

*and another*

*counts to ten in Japanese*

Okay, slightly calmer. Mom wants me to get out of the apartment until he moves out, but where the hell am I supposed to go? A hotel? Yeah, because I have that kind of money. I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel to pay my car insurance this month - I can't afford to go to a hotel. So stay with friends, she says. I don't actually have any friends anywhere near Richmond.

I really hate this son of a bitch.