I'm back with another b*tch

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I need to be either leaving or have him leaving, but I need a time when he doesn't have time to figure out a lie/excuse. W - the spoiled teenage acting adult - has messed up my kitchen. I want to ask how he would feel if he had his kitchen his way and then someone comes in and messes it up. Puts things in the wrong places, takes things out of drawers and puts other stuff in them. You see, I know he will make up excuses. I want him to think about how he would feel. I should've put most of my stuff back where they belonged while he was in hospital and rehab. I didn't. But I think I'm really going to either kill him or shove him out of my (Viv's) wheelchair when he's too far to walk home... Not really, I can barely walk to the corner... maybe not even that! I went to get ice for my drink and there were tubs of some sort of frozen treats. I asked why didn't they put them in the big freezer, I wasn't going to eat them. I called them ice cream. I did see one was a sherbet, but that one wasn't making getting the ice out of the freezer. W said: They are sherbets not ice cream. I replied that they were some kind of frozen treat that made getting ice out impossible. Why is the ice in there? Because that's where the ice maker is. I... I just really want my home back. Oh, I went looking for something Monday night and discovered the power was out in J's, the real roommate, rooms. I crawled over and looked at the circuit board and I didn't see any not working... Looks like I've got to call the electricians, again... So, how has you October been? Mine, I think, is about as scary as any I've ever had.