Misery

The packing is going. I'm washing clothes now. I'd feel better if those leasing fuckers would do what they said. I've never had these kind of problems moving into a place before. All I wanted was the stupid drop ceiling out and if they said no that was fine I would have found another place but that idiot said he would fix it and then went and knocked holes in the wall.
I'm frustrated. I think I can find another apartment pretty easily but Keith and Jon would be fucked by that but why the hell should I care. Keith pisses me off sometimes. Like when he rode his bike over here yesterday and said "What are you going to do now, Robin can't get her way, blah blah. " making fun of me and that really pissed me off and in fact there are plenty of options all involving money and physical activity but they're options nonetheless and I feel so fed up and confused.