Can I have a Mulligan?

This has been one of the worst weekends of my life.  

It took me 5.5hrs to get to the Boop's house Friday night.  While there, I experienced my first tornado.  That scared the shit out of me.  And to make matters even better, as I'm worrying about the meat in the freezer, the milk in the fridge, the 109* weather with no AC, not having water because the well pump wouldn't work, the lack of gas that would be available if the state had no power, etc....the roommates decided this was the best time to have Sexfest '12.   Pardon me for being a fucking adult. 

The Boop and I are arguing hard core.  I don't want to move to MD.   I cant find a job, and finding someplace I think I'll be comfortable living, is near impossible.  If I don't have a job, and the Boop is the only income, we're going to be living in a refrigerator box, sharing cat food with Winston.   He refuses to come home, and I refuse to move to MD.  We're at a stalemate.   I have no idea where we're going to go from here.   I spent less than 24hrs in MD before getting in the car and driving home.  We haven't spoke since yesterday.   Sigh.  

I posted a picture of Winston on reddit.com, where you could see photos hung on the wall in the background.  No big deal, right?  Some douchebag private messaged me to tell me that I was a disgusting, fat bitch who was going to die of a heart attack by 47, and I should talk less and eat more pizza.  So, that was ego boosting.  

On the bright side, BuddyBuddy is on vacation with his family.  At least I can hang on the couch, braless, while I eat my pizza.