kar-fucking-ma

this morning i guess I felt refreshed, after a grand total of 3 (count it) hours of sleep. As refreshed as I could have been, and more soft spoken than usual (given the circumstances), I indulged in a re-frozen slurpee from last night and chatted before, during commercials, and after an episode of The City, with Lauren. We complained about our lack of sleep, and decided that we are not in as prime health as one would like. I found myself this little file sorter ma-bob last month, and cleaned out the other persons documents, and re-labelled the dividing tabs so it was much more suited to my needs (the past two nights).
Human Figures/Living Situations/Oldies/ Magazine Clippings/ Lists I Cant Seem to Toss/Newspaper Cutouts/ Collage Stuffs...etc.etc.etc.
I dug out this old piece of paper that I fetched from the mail box of my old apartment, y'kno... the one I really fucking liked? I let myself into the building (fuck you, it's my key now), and got some old mail. And today I really REALLy read over some of the papers. They weren't addressed to me, and I am well aware that it's some sort of federal offense to open someone elses mail (it benefitted me in the past, for when I randomly opened a package addressed to an old tenant, inside was the exact replacement battery that I needed for my phone), so don't worry about giving me shit. The emotional pain and anguish my guilty conscience has suffered is punishment enough (~suppresses laugh~).
It was addressed to my former roommate, whos name was on the lease. And it was from the tenancy board, so I felt like I had every right to open that single envelope. I was living there and all. Anywho, upon further inspection today, I read at the bottom of the second sheet about how we REALLY had until October the 6th, to vacate that damn apartment. NOT the 25th of September, like that roommate, and my more recent of former roommates (Bitch-ard) had led me to believe. Ugh. I could have bought myself much more time, than the day they had given myself to pack up ALL my belongings and get out.
Sigh.
C'est la vie.
I got all upset shortly after reading this. And then reading that had the former roommate (who's mail I opened) could have stopped this, but instead chose to NOT show up at the court hearing. I think my eyes leaked a little bit. And then I sighed a whole lot more and made Lauren hold me while I poured my heart out about not expecting any single individual human being to treat me at all like how I treat them (which is too nice. I am way too nice. and yes, this is a disadvantage), but instead at the very least like another respectable human- their equal. Maybe I am wrong to think that everybody should have this benefit, but I still stand by it. Regardless.

So to all the assholes out there who take people for granted, and consider their friends really as just another bridge to burn... fuck you.
Karma, bitches.