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07/18/2001 Entry: "GRRR"

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Do you ever get the feeling that your HOME is never really your HOME? I get that feeling... a lot more often nowadays then before. Darrel invites three of his friends, which are ... well, they're sort of my friends, though I don't appreciate the snide remarks from one of them (suitably enough, the rude on is an exgirlfriend of mine). Anyway... the fact of the matter is, you cannot fit 5 people into a bachelour suite, in any way, shape, or form. Minor fight broke out... verbal only of course, but it still didn't go in my favor, of course. Darrel was supposed to move out by the "end of the month" since Februrary, and he never has. He states that he's been staying to "support me", though I never asked for that support. I'd rather tough it out and see what happens, possibily ruining my life in the process, than have to give up the MINE in MY apartment, or to have to be supported.
Feh, that's enough of a rant. I'm going to bed, and maybe I'll be asleep by the time they get back.