You know, I did a LOT of bad stuff when I was younger. In my late 20′s I decided to change my ways, grow up, and start doing good for a change. But it seems the more good I try to do the more I get shit on.

I loaned my carpet steam cleaner to a friend so she could clean her apartment when she moved. I was so proud of my steam cleaner – it made MY carpets look great after numerous parties. I spent like $250 on it and only used it four times. I got it back a year later and it didn’t work. No offer to fix it or replace it, not even an apology.

I had a friend who was on her boyfriend’s cell phone plan and they broke up. She had a ratty replacement phone that didn’t work half the time. So I gave her my Samsung Instinct when I got my Evo. No thank you, nothing.

I had a friend who was in a BAD relationship. Her boyfriend broke her horse’s neck and killed it one night. When I found out about it, some friends and I drove to the middle of nowhere to load her belongings and get her out of there. I told her she could stay in the front room at my place for a couple weeks til she found a job and a place to live. Eventually we had a rent discussion because her moving happening quickly. $300/month, utilities included. That’s a pretty damn good deal for my house, fully furnished. The first month’s rent was no problem. Then she moved out. I got shafted on the second month’s rent.

This happens to be the same person in all three above statements.

I have attempted to call and text but got nowhere. I called her out on Facebook and got blocked. Tonight, I FINALLY received a text back and it was a pity story: “I don’t have any extra money, I have medical bills, I lived in total anxiety in your party house.” REALLY? Party house? People came over maybe two nights a week and you knew that when you moved in. But when she was moving in it was all, “I’m like little Molly Homemaker. I’ll clean and I don’t care that you have people over.” Time to collect money and the story changes.

You know what? Don’t agree to terms if you can’t live up to them. It’s that simple. It doesn’t matter if I had strippers hanging from the ceiling fan and midget wrestling in the kitchen, you agreed to it so live up to your end of the deal. I don’t even want a replacement steam cleaner, just the parts plus shipping and I’ll fix it myself. $350 sure does seem like a bargain to get out of the poverty-stricken shit hole we got you out of.

So apparently after all I’ve done to help the poor girl my friendship and help isn’t worth $350.00. Or maybe I’m looking at it wrong – maybe it only cost me $350 to get another worthless person out of my life.