The Bebe situation continues to spiral downwards. Lake and I noticed large gashes on lakes beautiful hand-painted kitchen table. She spent days working on it, and Bebe decides it's a great idea to cut on it without a cutting board. We didn't exactly confront Bebe about it. We talked about how angry we were quite loudly, so she could hear us. Then we removed Lake's table from the kitchen. The gouges can be covered up with some painted vines at this point, so we want to protect the table from further damage. We put the crappy, falling apart card table from the corner of the playroom in the kitchen to replace it. It will remain in the kitchen for the remainder of Bebe's occupancy. After Bebe moves out, we will replace it with a nicer table, but we will not put Lake's table back out until we live alone.

Bebe broke the phone, again.

Bebe locked the bottom lock on the front door for the second time, after we explained to her over and over again that nobody has a key to the bottom lock. I knocked, but as she was in her room listening to her crappy music, she didn't hear. I then pounded door with my foot as hard as I could. It made much noise. She came and opened the door and complained I was so loud. Well I snapped. I asked when she was going to pay the $424 she owed (bills + last month deposit that she never paid). She complained that she thought she was paid up. I explained that the bills were on the refrigerator for over a week. She said she didn't think she should have to pay all that, especially the electric bill, since we use more electric than her. At that point Lake snapped. She growled that we would pay the electric if she paid the phone that she hogs in her room for hours and annoying hours on end. She agreed (which actually means she owes more money.).

Bebe then started crying. She thought we were friends. She's upset that we don't eat her soup. The topper, that just says everything was "I try to accept your lifestyle, which isn't normal." This is the last time I ever live with a straight person. I had decided that, but changed my mind. I thought that I should be more open minded. But I don't need this shit in my own home. NO MORE FUCKING STRAIGHT ROOMMATES!!

She's moving out at the end of the month, so we will find a new, better, queer roommate to replace her.

Bebe announced that since she's moving out, she will pay absolutely none of the bills. So, to prevent further long distance calls, we removed the phone from the hallway and locked it in our room. As there are no functioning jacks outside our room, we've effectively revoked her phone privileges. I know that's a nasty thing to do, but right now we're struggling to get by, and can't afford to pay for her long distance calling habit, which is bound to increase now that she won't pay for it.

As I was getting ready to meet freyja at the Diesel Café, another argument erupted with Bebe. Of course it was over the disappearance of the phone. She threatened that if the phone was returned to the hall, she'd "shut us down" because her family is "rich and powerful". To that I replied "Ooooo... I'm soooo scared.". I'm not sure what she's planning to "shut down", we're renting an apartment we share with roommates, we're not anything to be shut down.

Lake came in and was very diplomatic. She got Bebe to agree to pay her bills in exchange for the return of the phone. Bebe agreed to pay by the end of the week and the phone was returned to the hallway.

When things had calmed down, I noticed that I was quite late for meeting freyja. By the time I got to the Diesel Café, she had already left. I don't blame her, the Diesel Café was wicked crowded tonight, and she had to stand and wait for me as there was no seats. I feel bad making her wait for me. All is well, and we will try again soon, only this time at the 1369 Coffee House.

Just had a great talk with Bebe in the kitchen. Everything came out. Everything changed. Bebe gave me a beaded purse as an "I'm sorry" gift, and explained that she's going to go into rehab for two weeks starting tomorrow morning. She's sorry for all the problems. I explained that I've just been having a bad time lately, and I was sorry for blowing up. She's going to pay all the money she owes as soon as she gets out of rehab, and she does have access to it. She is going to stay. We hugged, we cried. Everything is going to work out.