No more room mates ever! A couple of days ago, my fiancee and I got kicked out of the duplex we'd be living in by our room mates. They claimed that it was because the landlady called and said that she didn't want us living there because Jeremy had lost his job and Pizza Hut had been screwing with me over giving me my last two paychecks and neither of us were having luck finding new jobs. She apparently told them that she didn't want us there because we weren't able to help with the bills. Such lies! The landlady there doesn't handle the bills, she just deals with the rent. It wouldn't matter one lick to her if electricity and water went unpaid, as long as the rent got in. If people are going to lie to me, they should at least lie well. But they told us that we shouldn't be having so much trouble finding jobs since Kaula (one of the room mates) had already managed to find a job...even though she just had a baby who is not even a month old yet. What the fuck?!

Whatever. As Jeremy keeps telling me, it's not like we're homeless. My parents are letting us live with them until we can find our own place. We also have garunteed jobs lined up for both of us at McDonald's (though neither of us are looking forward to working fast food). Things will be fine. I've got to believe that. If I don't I'll go crazy and end up having another mental breakdown.