My space... [literally]

This weekend was FUCKED.

It all started with The boyfriend and myself and a whole lot of nothing. No money. >__> I wish I was rich if not just to stop situations like that happening. When I have no money I get moody. I hate not having that security and control. I suppose you could say it makes me nervous.
So, we had stayed at his mother's house the night before, on the cutest make-shift bed of cushions and blankets. Our nest. I was feeling really sick, no idea why. He woke me up in the morning because we had to trek it to Nollamara. Having no cash, this proved difficult. We made it to Perth and totally ninja'd our way through the gates.
The boyfriend is the sneakiest ninja I know.
So now we only had the issue of the bus ride/ eating lunch. I managed to sell one of my drinks I had acquired the night before at work. We got to Nollamara. We got's four donuts.
*om nom nom*
We had a nap.
He tried to iron his shirt, but because of shoddy materials, the shirt got ruined. This is where my boyfriends not easy to deal with. He has coping issues. When I get mad I get emotional and have a cuddle or something like that. He twitches and hits his hands on whatever he can reach. Notably, never me... and he hardly even raises his voice.
I think because I live in a house where the only male I ever really see angry is my dad... and that anger can often be directed at me, I get twitchy.
I dart around and desperately try and diffuse the situation.
In this case I took the ruined shirt and took of my work shirt. I put it on and tied off the ends, hoping I looked okay even though I was showing a bit of tummy.
He almost smiled.
=]

After we'd had a shower and stuff, gotten ready and I had attempted to do my hair with only a dodgy comb we went to leave. But the boyfriend stopped in the doorway and asked if I'd seen his umbrella. I hadn't. He was sure he'd left it there and went to have a look. I however opted to stay outside because I was quite sure what was coming. The umbrella had gone mysteriously missing.
Most people would be like... whats with the dramatics? It's just an umbrella.
But I get why the boyfriend was so upset. Someone had been in his room and gone through his things. They had taken his favorite umbrella, the one that looked like an everyday business man's umbrella but showed a clear sky pictured on the inside. The boyfriend had been carrying that umbrella around obsessively for months now. And now because of the dodgy people that extenuating circumstances had forced him to live with, it was gone.
YAY LIFE!

So, with him swearing to himself and getting more and more agitated, we walked toward Perth's most violent bus station. Him carrying his suit. Me with my fuck-off heavy bag full of crap. About half way down the road, the heavens opened up and completely soaked us with rain. I almost felt like laughing. No umbrella... it had been sunny all of 20 minuets before hand. WHY!?

We arrived, drenched to the bones. My broken shoes that I couldn't afford to replace full of water and a very angry boyfriend who's suit was drenched through. So now when he went to dinner with his boss, not only would he be flat broke but he would be in the suit he didn't want to be in that now smelled of mildu. Today was not a good day.
I still had two donuts in my bag that we hadn't 'om nomed' yet. I ate one, but then the boyfriend decided he only wanted half of his. We were both starving.

We arrived in Perth city, soaked and emotional. My socks were completely wet and I new going to work was going to fail pretty hardcore. He suggested that we take our whole $1 and 60 cents and go down to the vegetarian 'pay what your heart feels' restaurant on the foreshore. GOSH, I have never felt so guilty.
We ate a variety of curry's, a rice pudding, and two glasses of juice for $1.60. If there is a next life, I'm coming back as a slug.

So then we go on to work. I actually had an okay night. I was set down to the basement, that I think is like... cheesy-horror movie-esc. =P
I sat down there, sipping my cola and counting the free passes we had left. It was really warm down there so I didn't need my jacket and I felt really relaxed despite my still damp clothes.
When I went upstairs I helped set up the mezzanine for a party, and then we went out on the street. Only one person got me seriously angry, he said "Are those free passes?" I said yes and handed him two, one for him and a friend, and he screamed "TRASH!" at me and then through the passes up in the air, stalking quickly down the street.
I yelled something about his I.Q and that being related to the size of his dick, but he was already gone. The boyfriend didn't really see what happened but he wasn't happy when I told him about it. I like it when he gets protective. ^^

And 'blah blah blah' the night went on... we nearly missed the train because the money I thought I had collected wasn't there. Luckily, we found a transit guard who was actually nice and let us on for free.
We got to Caitlins and all was well.
Went to sleep all curled up on the bottom bunk instead of in the separate beds.

The next thing I know, my nervous dream about the upcoming WAPAA audition is cut short by the boyfriend telling me to "wake up now! my alarm didn't go off! I might be fired!" So he's panicking and no shower no nothing I am whisked out of bed and into my clothes and then forced to run in broken shoes and still soggy socks down the main street in Maylands. I had blisters on my feet. It fucking hurt. I just couldn't take the abrupt wake up and swollen feet combo and just broke down. *sigh*
Yes, so the boyfriend now also had to deal with me, in tears, people staring at the traino... sleep still crusting my eyes.


Yeah, and then I finally got home and had a shower. And as much as I love my boyfriend, I am glad to have my own bed and space and clothes...

even though I've stolen his jumper ^^

yep... rant over.

That's all she wrote,
- Miss Bailey

Xx