You know what? I just came in from passing out at my mother's house because I'm not feeling so well. For those that do not know my situation for housing, I am living in a this cramped up rowhouse community where there is only one designated space for parking. My roomate and I set it up so that whoever comes home last gets the reserved spot. Now I come home and a car is in the reserved spot. This is not the first time this has happened mind you, but this time I am truly pissed off. My roomate is having his house remodeled. Did he mention to say that there would be days of remodeling, guys using my exclusive bathroom, making a mess of it and always down in the den area where I was supposed to be able to relax in? NO. Its nearly 10 at night and there is a guy working and drilling on the kitchen upstairs. Guess where the bastard parked? Yes, in the reserved space. I am so outraged right now because its a continuous set of #$#! that goes on around here. Especially after my car got vandalized in this retarded community. I am done. The guy talks like a baby too, one of those speech impediments. Can't stand him now so I can talk ish...I just wish I would have better luck with living situations dagone it!!! I have some prospects now...oh well if I lose my security deposite. This is insane. When you dont look forward to coming to your own place. I just want to punch something right now, the back of my neck has been hot for like an hour....the guy in the picture is who I want to be right now...
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