16 October 2000 ~ An apartment of one's own...

I absolutely hate living with other people.

Came in from work last night and couldn't find the phone. Searched the entire house and finally found it on my bed. I had not brought the phone into my room. Someone had been lying on my bed talking to someone on my telephone.

Came into my house last night and discovered a refrigerator full of food I didn't bring into the house. Nasty food. LEFTOVERS.

Signed onto my computer this morning and discovered that someone has found my SecretLinks -- one of them, at least. Yes, I have written two entries that I've linked in very small discreet places on my website. Someone was in my house, using my computer, and apparently, from what my computer seems to be telling me, typing in random dates at the end of my website address trying to find more of these entries, which are fucking AWFULLY private, or I would have linked them publically.

Came into the house the other morning and found a cat sitting on my stairs. I do not own a cat. The door had been closed and the upstairs window is completely inaccessible to a cat.

Came into my house the other day and Peter wandered in a few minutes later. With a friend.

Into MY HOUSE.

Nobody's paying me any rent, nor any costs for electricity or the phone bill. Yet, it seems anybody can waltz into my house at any time, use my phone, use my computer, steal my notebooks, look through my PRIVATE things, invite friends over, lay in MY BED -- Hell, bring home a stray kitten! I am unbelievably angry.

Something is going to be done about this. I deserve a place of my own in which I feel safe in leaving things around, safe in who will be in my house and who will be in my bed, which generally ought to be NO ONE. I fucking deserve to live in peace without worrying about all of this shit. Something is going to be done, ASAP.

~Helena*

"Me? Afraid? AFRAID??? I can hardly WAIT..."