Dead please

I don't do live animals, sorry. If I'm going to eat meat it has to come to dead. Mom got a lobster and I love lobster. But only if they're dead. This whole comes-home-from-the-grocery-store-alive thing really freaks me out. I left the room, couldn't watch. But I will enjoy it once it's on my plate.
Oh and I have been officially screwed over in the afore mentioned apartment situation. I thought things couldn't get much worse but they did. And I'm angry again. And this time, I'm not gonna give myself time to calm down before responding to emails. That obviously didn't get me anywhere and even though getting angry won't get me anywhere either it's much more satisfying.