Homer, are you okay? I'm fine. It's my feelings that are mad.

In other news, and the reason I have all the mad feels today, is our former neighbours, Tia and Polly. They are the lesbian couple that Phil kicked out IN SEPTEMBER 2012, the week before we had our car accident. Since then, we've had their stuff (some of their stuff) under our house. It's not that we don't have the space, but after almost 9 months, enough is enough is enough. I have SMSd them repeatedly to come get their stuff. They don't reply.

I SMSd this Wednesday night and said please come get your stuff bc we're up for lease renewal and might be moving. LIES. We've already re-signed our lease BUT I WANT THEIR STUFF GONE!!!

No reply. I talked to Tony up the road and he said he has a mate who works for Salvos and he'd come get it on Monday. Awesome.

Saturday, Tony came down just as the fridge guy came. JUST as Tony is coming back for load 2, which was almost the end of the girl's stuff, my phone buzzes. GUESS WHO??? Fucking Polly. ARE. YOU. KIDDING. ME?????? No. Oh fuck no. NO. NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is what she said (this is going to hurt me to type it, you have to try to read it as I did):
hey T,  its polly, sory hav tkn so lng in getn bak 2 u, havn't had fone. We r bak in Melbourne at the mo wld b bak by fri latest. If thats 2 late let me knw & we wil try organis som1 to cum get stuff. Sory to inconvenience u.

MY EYES! BRAIN! BURSTS! OUCH! JFC you can type out Melbourne and inconvenience but not KNOW or TO??? BLARGH! As Anna asked when I sent this to her "What language is that?" She's not wrong.

EVERYONE told me I was being too nice. Their stuff had been there for almost 9 months. Enough time to have a baby, as Steve pointed out. :P Tony said after 3 months, it's mine and I can do with it as I please. The RTA says 30 days (if it's worth less than $1500). A box of their papers was more or less ruined through the rains this year. Some of their stuff, we went through and it was just old pens and crap, so we binned it.

Tia SMSs me yesterday and says PLEASE do not take it to the Salvos. Ok. Fine. She asked if the paper box we chucked had photos in it. HOW THE HELL WOULD I KNOW??

They are apparently in Melbourne. Can't find a place to live in Brisbane but they can fly all over the country? WTF???

People keep telling me I am too nice. I feel like a chump.

I'm giving them til this weekend. Then, I am binning it all. I don't need this shit. I don't need their crap cluttering up my life. UGH. JUST NO. NO. They have MAYBE one car load of stuff to move.

This is all Phil's fault. I blame him 100%. CUNT.

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Had a great time at Clare's yesterday. DID NOT want to come to work today. At all. It should be a long weekend, goddammit!! Met some cool new people, so that's good. Drank great beer, had good food and lots of laughs. I do adore Alan and Clare.

Buh, Buh, buh, look where you're goin' ya idiot.

Pics of the car. If your on my FB, you should be able to see them. If not, give me your name and I will add you.

SEE! See the left blinker on?!?!?!? &^&%W&*^!%#^%!@#%!@&^$*@!#&^!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Is this gonna be a write off? I hope not......



We're both taking the day off. I am eventually going to go see the doc up here at Lutwyche just so I have a record. The hospital didn't even give G a day off. WTF?

His mother went to see him at the hospital. He had no reception AND his battery was dying, so it was hard to reach him. By the time I was sorted and calmed down, he was on his way home. I feel like a bad wife, being here, but what would I have done there???

Also, Phil was home when the crash happened, which alerted the cops as well to the issues there. He was drunk, ranting, screaming and being a pain. Eventually, he pulled out ALL OF THE FUSES to the house and left, leaving them with NO POWER. What?!?!?

I can't even....I should have called the cops when I saw him there again...or told the ones that were talking to me what happened. One of them did ask me how our neighbours were and I did admit that we had JUST returned from the copshop from making a statement against them for the domestic last week. *sigh*

I need to go call 2 doctors now. YAY! FUN!

The same Homer Simpson who crashed his car through the wall of our club?

FUCK ME! I will be swearing A LOT in this entry.

I am so goddamn mad right now.

Some fuckhead broadsided our car as I was turning into our driveway. MOTHERFUCKINGCUNTWADASSHOLEFUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We were coming home from giving a fucking statement to the cops about the fucking drama here the other night. We were just pulling into the drive way when WHAMMOOOOOOOO!!!! Some fuckwit broadsides us.

Here's a pic:

My car line is the white one. His line is dark blue. The PINK LINE is the FUCKING BIKE LANE THAT YOU DO NOT PASS IN! See the problem?

FUCK!

I indicated I was turning left into my drive. HE CAME UP MY LEFT SIDE AND BROADSIDED ME BECAUSE HE WAS TOO IMPATIENT TO WAIT 12 SECONDS.

The ambos came quickly as did the tow truck. I had the 000 (Aus version of 911) woman talking to me, the tow truck guys talking to me and the paramedics all talking to me at once. &^@&^%&^@!#!!!!!! What day is it? IT'S FUCK OFF AND LET ME THINK DAY! I'm in shock, yes. G is hurt. It smashed into HIS SIDE OF THE FUCKING CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The screech of the truck drivers tires and the crash brought all the boys to my yard. Seriously. We had ooglers. Fuck off. My neighbours came out. PHIL CAME OUT. Phil!!!! He's meant to be the hell outta here. FUCK!

Cops showed. Gave them statements. JFC I JUST LEFT THE COP SHOP!!! MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

G has major bruising down his left side. He's at Royal Brisbane Hospital right now. I should be there, but I needed to deal with the cops and insurance and cats. I called his mother and she is on her way there. I don't know if I want to be there. He's just waiting and if that is all, what can I do?

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

Our car could be write off. It's not even a year old. We're still paying for it. The one bright side is that after talking with my insurance people, they've assured me I am not at all at fault. That's fabulous...BUT I AM STILL WITHOUT CAR AND MY HUSBAND IS HURT!!!!!!!!!

Also, I checked the info shithead gave me. Didn't even bother to give me his rego or licence number. TWAT!!! I gave him everything AND IT WASN'T MY FAULT!!!!!!

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wife of the year here...on LJ when my husband is in hospital. I just.....don't. Even. &*^@!&^(#%&@!^%$(@!^$&^!%@$(&^@!%$^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!