The Past Four Days

Thursday, March 17th, 2005 at 8:29 pm

Ugh. You Gee Aetch. A neighbor of mine (lets call her A) is moving, and wants to unload all of her stuff on the local community. She gave me this nice desk, which gives me much more room to put random shit on. Another neighbor of mine (lets call her C) decides to help me move this desk to my apartment no matter if I want her help or not. So, she attempts to do so. She gets it onto a dolly on its side (so its up like a tower).

So, we get it into my hallway, and she’s trying to tip over back onto all four feet. This hallway is quite skinny, and there isn’t much wiggle room. She pushes the desk towards me, and pins me against the wall with it, and almost crushes me to death with this five hundred pound desk, and gives no warning before hand that she was going to do this; this is akin to swinging a club and then yelling “Fore!”.

So I’m being crushed to death, and all the sudden the whole thing falls apart, completely destroying my new desk. I swear and curse and call her everything except a White ManTM and she runs away back to her own apartment, and locks her door and barricades herself inside, leaving me to bury my dead desk by myself.

So, yet another neighbor (lets call her B) has a mother who is great at woodworking and manages to reassemble my desk (which still has huge chunks taken out where screws used to reside). C then crawls out from wherever she was hiding, and tells everyone that it was my, my mother’s, A’s, and B’s fault that the desk broke, and that we also broke the windshield wipers off of her car. (Which, BTW, AFAIK she doesn’t even own a car).

Did I mention C is a complete whacko? So, A is pissed because this was a $300 desk, B is pissed because B’s brother could have helped me drag the desk over without destroying it, and C is attempting to cause trouble to hide the fact she almost killed me with a desk and everyone is ignoring her. I am pissed because she attempted to kill me with the desk and is lying about me breaking her windshield wipers in revenge. And my mom is pissed because C tried to kill me with a desk.

I’m seriously thinking about getting a restraining order against C before she does something else. The past four days have been one WTF after another. Hopefully now I can finally get back to working on my gunpla and code more. You know, without crazy bitches trying to kill me with wooden furniture.

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