Aimee's Lazy Day.

So I was talking to my mom earlier and she told me that Cameron really wants to go to Disney Land (or rather after some research on my part, it’s actually Disney’s California Adventure park that he’s wanting to go to), and she insists that we should save up so we can take him. But...

"Disney Land? What on earth for? Disney World’s about 3 hours from here, and we can drive there, plus it’s a hell of a lot bigger. You did tell him it’s in California, right? He’d have to like get on a plane, and you do realize it isn’t a quick flight from here to there either."

"I know, I told him, but there’s this ride..."

"Wait, wait, wait... this, as in singular? One ride? He wants to go to Disney Land for one ride?"

"Yeah cause they don’t have that particular ride at Disney World."

"But one ride? Seriously. What’s so special about this ride that he wants to fly across the country just to ride it?"

"I don’t know? It’s some Sully ride he saw on TV."

"Sully? From Monsters, Inc.? He doesn’t really even like Monsters, Inc."

"Yeah, but he likes this ride."

"And you’re thinking we should fly across the country, and spend God only knows how much money because he wants to ride ONE ride based on characters from a movie that he doesn’t particularly like?"

"Of course."

And that ladies and gents, is most likely why my Cameron is a spoiled brat. Oh well, what am I going to do? I can’t stop her from spoiling him rotten.

Anyway, I slept until 3:00 pm today. And I know, how lazy of me, but who cares, it felt great! Once up, I spied a check from Christie laying across my keyboard, and you’d think I’d be happy, but it just succeeded in putting me in a pissy mood, so I left the following note taped to her door...

Christie,
Rent for this month is $570.00 NOT $350.00. I am well aware that you don’t give a rat’s ass whether or not I get evicted but unfortunately for you, I do. The landlord has given me until Wed. Feb 22nd before he tapes a 3 day notice to the door, you’ve got until Tues. Feb. 21st to come up with the remaining $220.00. I’m serious, Christie. I’m finished being nice.
Aimee

So I suppose we’ll see how she handles that one because she hates being called out or feeling pressured, but frankly, I don’t really give a fuck.

Aside from sleeping all day and taping snotty notes to Christie’s door, I didn’t do much of anything except go to dinner at with Drew. It was a lazy day and normally I’d feel guilty about that, but today, I don’t.

Anyhow, I hope you all had a pleasant Saturday.

Night.

P.S. I just read the most fantastic fucking thing ever, and while I can't really get into detail because it'll just get me in trouble, and then I'll probably have to deal with a couple of bitches that honestly, I'd like nothing more than to shove my foot up both of their ignorant asses, but though it pains me, I try to avoid the drama with these two because, well, this is supposed to be a peacful, non-confrontational place for Angie I. But I'll be damned if I can't stop laughing over the sudden brush with misfortune one of them is currently facing. Hee hee. Oh, past experience has proven that the dumb bitch will sucker a bunch of idiots into helping her out of the jam she's in, but if there was any justice in the world that egotistical, narcissistic, ignorant cunt would go down in flames. Ah, if only... I know, I know, laughing at someones misfortune--how rude. But when someone fucks me (and Angie, mind you) over as bad as they did, I can hold a mean fucking grudge.