Im going to make this as brief as possible, and that is hard to do with Jermayne, and this is because she goes on and on about EVERYTHING. I get home last night at around 1.30 or 2 am, and she begins to get into this long-winded story about her brother and how he has fucked her parents over. This is what I have been told; Phil (is her brother’s name) managed to steel 2 apartments, and 500,000 from the parents. He did this with his attorney who “owns 90% of Manhattan.” This is what gets her on her rant. In this conversation I find out that her father and brother are gay. Everyone she tells me a story about has had a tramatic event, such as having a stroke, getting hit by a car (her boyfriend), has AIDS, or has cancer. Now I am thinking she tries to wow people with this information like badges for girl guides. I don’t know how the conversation turns on me all of a sudden, but then she starts bitching at me about how I did not get her the kind of money orders she asked for, sorry not bitching, yelling at me. She wanted a money order she could cash directly without going through a bank. She cannot go through a bank because she is considered a felon, she delt with someone in the past who gave her fake money orders – this is what she tells me. After she has told me this information, she thinks im going to cancel the money order, and “fuck her over.” Technically I could, I could just cancel the money order and stay with ryan or at the YMCA till the end of the month and have like 400 extra dollars. Hmmm… Evil thoughts have just occurred. Then later on, she comes into my room asking me if she has told me to much, I am a little worried about getting screwed 700 bucks so I am going to talk to her tomorrow and ask if I can cancel the money order and somehow get her 700 dollars cash. Anyway, she comes into my room and I tell her that “I have to work,” about three times and she remains in my room telling me stories about how she is going to go back to school, become a singer/musician. Then her drunk ass boyfriend comes in my room to save me, telling her “OK, Jermayne, THAT’S ENOUGH, HE IS DOING SOME PEN AND INK, COME INTO THE OTHER ROOM NOW.” She didn’t budge and then he asks me if I agree with him, and want her to leave, I didn’t care cause I had my paper and pen in front of me, and I would just block her out, which is getting easier by the way. Then Nick asks me “aren’t you going to ask her to leave and get out of your hair?” I said “no.” and with such disdain he replied with: “ WHY NOT!!??” thankfully Jermayne dragged him out of there. It was actually the first time in that place when I felt unsafe. I’m alive, and well, and as everyday passes, it is getting easier and easier to brush this shit off my shoulder. I look forward to adding more to this blog tomorrow, because I know that I will have something to add. So much for being breif, but then again maybe that was breif. The first entry was 1000 words or so.