Of Parking Spaces, Missing Things, and Laundry.

So today Beta and I went out for a few hours to get his hair cut, get a SteamPunk monocle for a photo shoot, and just hang out. When we came home, Kittie's car was in the parking spot.

So here is a little back story about the parking spot.

With 5 people living at the apartment, there is bound to be some issues when we are only allotted one covered parking space. Four cars in total. So we devised a plan of action when Dora and Ember moved in. Last one home gets the space, since there are so little uncovered parking spaces near our building. If the first three people take an uncovered, by the time the last person gets home and there are no more uncovered spaces, they can have the parking space. And since it's been well below freezing lately, parking three buildings over and walking in 20*s is not fun.

Kittie, however, has not been honoring that agreement for over a week. So I went into her room and voice my concern.

"Hey Kittie, I've noticed you've been parking in the parking space a lot recently. We had all agreed that the last person home would get the space. And since its the middle of the day, and there were about eight open parking spaces, there really is no reason for you to take the space."

"I've been the last one home plenty of times and the space is always taken! No one respects it, so I don't have to either."

"Well, if that happens, Kittie, than you let people know. You're room is always dark even when you're in it, so sometimes we aren't sure if you are gone. And there is another car that looks like yours with a bumper sticker. I know I've gotten confused when its dark and thought it was your car.

Besides, everyone needs to respect the rule for it to work. That's why I'm mentioning it now. So if you just forget the rule and keep parking there in spite of everyone, then your not helping."

"Well no one respects it so what ever."

And that's when I left her room.


Seriously, who says that? And really, her room is always dark, I usually go check the parking lot for her car to see if she is home. And all she ever does is play on Gaia and the internet, she never leaves that room, for all I know she is home.


On to missing things.

It is a known fact that whenever Mamabitch comes to visit, she moves things. She also hides things in Kittie's room thinking they are her's. In November she took some of my clothing [and Beta's] and put it in Kittie's closet. [Which I did get back.] In December she decided to rearrange the pantry and moved some of Kittie's food into her room on a bookshelf/pantry. Among the things she took were two boxes of corn bread I had just bought, jello pudding, pumpkin pie mix, taco shells, and various canned goods. All things that were mine.


Seriously, considering the fact that her mom is the one who buys all of Kittie's food, you'd think she'd remember what she bought for her daughter. After inspecting the cabinet to find various things missing, I informed Kittie, and she begrudgingly returned my items.

Mamabitch also likes to put her initials on Kittie's things. So right around the time when the redid the pantry, she started putting "K" on everything. From the dish soap [seriously?] to a jar of peanut butter that had Dora's name on it. >;/ Yes. She marked Dora's food, and put it on Kittie's shelf. I've grown to very much dislike the letters of Kittie's initials...

Other than food, Mamabitch also takes our art supplies. Beta and I, even though we aren't going to school for it, love to draw and the like. So we have many artsy things. Most recently, some of our art paper disappeared. Six bags of 11X18 inch "poster board" art paper just... up and vanished from our giant clip board which had been in the living room. It's been about two weeks since either of us can remember seeing it. We've asked. No one has seen it. We, of course, are suspicious, and I have searched Kittie's room with no luck.


Now, before anyone blames me for invasion of privacy, here is my defense, albeit, its a kinda crappy one.

Due to past experiences where things have gone missing from the main part of the apartment, and have turned up in Kittie's room, the logical place to check [especially after a Mamabitch visit] is Kittie's room. I do, and usually I find. Simple as that.

Like Beta's vest. I bought him a dressy vest from Goodwill to make into fancy Steampunk-ish ware. Beta and I are going to get vintage photos taken on Friday, and he was considering wearing it. One problem though...

We couldn't find it.

So, for a second time, I looked in Kittie's closet.

I found it.

Kittie likes to wear black. And her closet is all black. She also likes to wear vests and has about 5 of them. She'll have like two hampers FULL of clothing and wait till her mom visits, and then has her mom do her laundry. This is why Beta's vest always ends up in Kittie's closet. Because Mamabitch dutifully does her spoiled daughter's laundry and mixes our clothing in with them.

But back to the mom doing the laundry.

The last time Mamabitch came to visit, before Christmas, Dora and Ember were busy doing laundry. Kittie came over to them and said:

"Hey guys. Can you tell me when you are done with laundry, cause I have a lot to do t0o, you know." [ As a side note, when Kittie is being snide and rude, she sounds like a valley girl, though she is the farthest thing from it. Keep that in mind when you imagine her talking. ]

Yeah, of course. Dora responded.

About a half hour later, Dora informed Kittie they were done. Kittie was in her room, and her mom was in the living room at the desk. Kittie never left her room. Mamabitch, however, upon hearing that the washer was free, got up and started doing Kittie's laundry. Six+ loads worth of clothing and folding later, she was done. And Kittie never helped her fold or sort or anything.


Just, Ugh. Thinking back makes me angry and causes me to wonder why I even stayed this long.


Anyways, I think I've gone on long enough. I'd love to hear comments or questions from you guys, so don't be shy! I will, of course, post again tomorrow.

With all my Angry Love,

Apples.