It kills me. [Or, ITS MY DAMN TREE.]

I'm currently typing from my laundry room. Mostly, because I'm doing laundry. Partially, because I am pretend I'm on a roller coaster by sitting on the dryer. =3=

Today was uneventful and depressing.

As I may or may not have mentioned before this post, my beloved Beta is going through some serious depressions living in this apartment. And as you may imagine, a lot of it orients from Kittie and her mother. Another part of it comes from the fact that he just simply can not find himself a job. Which ties in to Kittie, because she is oh so happy to bring it up whenever she can; Telling him how lazy he his, that he should just go get a job at McDonalds and blah blah blah. Nothing that helps him, but does motivate him to want to punch his fist down her throat.

Or so he tells me. He obviously hasn't acted on that impulse yet.

I worked this morning till four ish, and got a Face Book Text from Beta informing me that yet another item of ours went missing. About 100-200 of unused backing boards for our comics disappeared from our room.

This apartment is a black hole.

Beta was very angry, and anger turned to frustration, which turned into depression. You have no idea, no possible notion, of how much it kills me to see him like this. My fun, cheerful, adventurous love... staring blankly into space with a void in his eyes.

So I tried to cheer him up. We went to Game Stop and traded in some old games, and I got Scribblenauts! We got another $17 in credit, so we looked around for something he might enjoy... but nothing was doing it for him. So we left.

To Castles! For shits and giggles. They still had Halloween costumes on sale, so we took a lookie loo and I found a hat I had wanted that was originally $30s.... for $4! And he found a police badge for $1 that he wants to use in his costume for the photoshoot tomorrow. We went to pay...

And my card was gone.

I nearly had a panic attack. I looked through my wallet, in my purse. It was no where. I had to call and cancel the card. I get a new one in 7-10 days. :< That incident didn't improve Beta's mood. When we got back to the car, he fussed over how much he hates it here, how everything is going missing or is getting destroyed.

Pretty much... there was nothing I could do to help him get out of his rut. He's currently laying on our bed, staring at the ceiling. Void. It makes me want to cry.

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Kittie apparently talked to Dora this morning about our Christmas tree. She said something along the lines of, When are they going to take it down? They should take it down soon, since its dead, and it'll mold. Blah.

I find it ironic that she is complaining that our Christmas tree, which has shed maybe a total of 50 needles, is dead, [It hasn't even started changing colors, it's still a lovely green!] when she has eight house plants in the window sills of the kitchen and living room that are either wilting, dried out, a crumpled mess, or a combination of all three.

Beta and I will take down our $50 tree WHEN WE DAMN FEEL LIKE IT. And she can suck it. My tree is still pretty, and I want to enjoy it a bit more.

Ugh. And Mold, which I will most likely explain in further posts, is a tender subject. If there is any cause of mold in the house, it would be Kittie causing it, not us. We may have discovered the problem... but it was in Kittie's room where it crazy, not ours.

As of right now, I'm going to try to go cheer up Beta again, finish this laundry, and then go to bed. Kittie is currently in her room watching Anime with the girl she has a crush on, so at least I won't have to deal with her tonight.

-sigh- Hopefully... tomorrow will bring better moods with our Photoshoot.

All my Angry love...
Apples.

EDIT:
Also, I used Kittie's Laundry soap. =3= I felt like being a bit evil today.