So, I went back to Palm Springs on my birthday - and I was reminded that in February I should have decided on a bus in Houston not to head back as the housemate turned out to be untrustworthy and decided that getting back with his druggie boyfriend was just too important to pick me up from the Ontario Airport.
He said, he wanted to take me out for my birthday. I paid for it.
He complained he didn't see much of the druggie boyfriend while I was away. I was surprised by that one.
While I was away, they only had sex once (I had daily sex with my date while I was with him.)
And when he DID come over he basically was passed out from a drug binge for 48 hours.
Oh what fun.
Then the roommate asked me to drive them to LA promising to pay for gas. Yeah, I paid for it. They couldn't even spring for a coke for me. Too broke and too infatuated with each other.
Someone is not happy and commented about it.
Roommate's nose was out of joint, and he made it quite clear via text message.
So I ran errands in LA and learned my check was waiting in San Diego. I wound up taking them back and I booked a ticket to SD to pick up the check and take care of a few things.
While in the Town and Country, roommate decided he didn't want to live with me anymore and I said, "Fine, I'll be by Monday to pick things up."
He then trash talks me.
I went to Palm Springs, attended to an eye doctor appointment, picked up my stuff and left.
His parting shot? "I need $300 for utilities." Note it was originally $250.
So, the dishonesty and lying are done. I don't think he realizes he was cut off financially in the process as he did a $300 money beg yesterday.
So, what's next?
Well, Tijuana Pride is this weekend, so I will attend that. Afterwards, I will plot my next move.
AND exact revenge.
Stay tuned.
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