In a nutshell...

Today, on the one day that should have been a happy day because it's my boyfriend's birthday, our roommates, who I've pretty much been supporting for the last three months, decide it's time to cut their losses and run (since I got fired on Wednesday and can't support them anymore). I find it odd that the only reason that was given was that we were "dirty" people, yet the entire trash can in the bathroom is full of her nasty used maxi-pads. The Cracker told me before they moved in that they were users, I should have listened. At least I wouldn't be in the financial mess I'm in now. It's hard paying bills when you have to provide food for four people and a baby. Yeah, I'm fucking bitter. And yeah, this is a public entry so that the people concerned can know just what I fucking think of them. Using children for sympathy is a piss poor thing to do. Why don't you both get off your asses and learn how to provide for yourselves and your children? Other people shouldn't have to do it for you.

Oh, and p.s. ... Don't bother calling me. You've already done enough. I'm sick of getting kicked when I'm already down.