Wednesday, in the week of El Diablo!

Ohh man, what a day. What a week!


I started this week thinking, "This is going to be one of the best weeks of my life! Fable III, Fallout: New Vegas still, first day at the second job on Friday! Yea, life's awesome!" This is where I went wrong in the first place...

That right there, ^^^ right above, that's called jinxing the hell out of yourself...let's start at Sunday:

Started the day well, had dinner with Ashley's mom, ran around doing nothing much for quite a while, then came back home to relax...in the dirtiest apartment on the planet.  The dirty part was heavily my fault, as I had over 3 to 4 people at my apartment each night from Blizzcon, so that didn't bother me all that much.  (Side note: I did the dishes) Busta came over after work, so he, Ashley, and I went to get some coffee.  We came back, played Resident Evil 5 for a while, then he went home.  After, I popped in Wayne's World (which was rented from Family Video) and fished in World of Warcraft (server Bloodhoof, real id is my email) then returned to Fallout: New Vegas till late at night.

Skipping all the boring stuff, Monday comes around. The usual, school, work, then after work.  I get off at 11pm and head strait to GameStop to pick up Fable III.  Kick it at home and play that for a while (Day 1 of asking Ashley to do the dishes)

Tuesday, the beginning of hell.  Accounting class, then more Fable III.  Going to work. I get to work and boom ton of shit for me to take care of, minus having to find time to squeeze in some studying.  Irritated as I am, Ashley starts the whole "We're going to get married and have kids" shit up again, which I tell her if she's that interested in children, she may want to find another significant other.  I ask her kindly to do the dishes and return the video that is due the next day, which (day 2 of dishes) didn't get touched until 12am when I returned home.  10pm rolls around...*riiiing*
Me: Hello?
Ashley: I just fucked my car up.
Me:...fantastic...on?
Ashley: I hit a rock.
Me: A rock?
Ashley: A boulder...
Me:...how bad?
Ashley: My whole passenger side it tore up.
Me: A boulder?
Ashley: I'm so pissed
Me:.......an immobile boulder?
Ashley: Yes.
Me: Fantastic...I'll check it out when I get home

As you could figure, being as broke as I am, I was less than thrilled about this news.  I got home, didn't get upset or anything, and looked at the car.  The scratch was purely cosmetic, though it did dent the side on the bottom.  Thinking positively, I came to the conclusion that it wasn't that big of a deal, we could spray a little anti-rust stuff on the tiny bit that the paint came off of and it'll be ok.

Wednesday, The Peak of El Diablo's Horn.
Ashley texts me, while I'm at work already.  Starts telling me, "Oh my Dad said the damage is about $2,000 worth." <----don't tell your boyfriend a number that large while he's at work ladies...remember cash is king to a man.
She continues to tell me that we're lucky because the deductible is ONLY $500...and it will involve an increase to the insurance premium.  Now, in case you are wondering, Ashley and I have separate insurance policies, but we share a bank account, so if money is spent, it comes from me as well as her.  She tells me that this NEEDS to get done.  I tell her all that NEEDS to be done is biological, but my comments lead me no where.  Obviously, a scratch on her car is worth every penny of <$500, and I get to pay for it.  Did I mention the fact that the only money that I have remaining is from a student loan?  And that I intended on using it to pay the loan back?  She tells me that she'll just put it on her credit card...that I also have to pay for.  As one could imagine, my frustration rises continuously now. 

To make things worse on this day, the bars I run through my large mill were being resilient, and caused me to hurt my wrist...which upset me even more...So, now for the conclusion of this tale...Tomorrow morning, there will be a trip made...where to you may ask? The bank! To open a new checking account to ensure that what she said was true! She can put it on HER credit card, and I don't have to deal with the bill!  I imagine that this will result in an argument tonight, but I could care less.  I've had juuuust about all I can take out of this relationship for a week, I believe I've earned what my father once called "Piss Off and Close the Door" time while I enjoy Fable III.

Well now that I've gotten all of that off of my chest, I believe I shall end this post for the day...I'll spend tomorrows post raving about Fable III most likely. That or advertising for a new room mate. Haha.