Sigh. Yes, it IS worth the energy of thinking that shit up and typing it out if I can throw nasty images into your dilapidated brains every so often.
So, yes, I'm not a nice girl. From not lending out smokes to those without jobs (if you can't aford to fuckin' smoke, then I'm certainly not going to support your habit. I can't aford to buy a car, but you don't see me going around asking people on the street to have a car-for-Sarah's-lazy-ass fund raiser... Though that's not realy a bad idea, is it?...) to parking on the lawn when my roommates and their women leave me no other option. (Sorry, Abbey, not you. You and your Other make a huge effort to be considerate and believe me it's noticed and appreciated.) Unfortunatly last night I couldn't even get to the lawn for all the cars in my way. Believe me, I tried.
But I digress... Or do I? Is this what I wanted to rant about today? The Roomates and looking like a total bitch in every roommate situation? Maybe so. Common courtesy is high on my list of important stuff; right next to avoiding lima beans like the plauge. I got home last night and, as I mentioned, not only had to park out by the scarey shed, but the back porch light was off as well. And, I'm sorry guys, but
FUCK YOU!
I understand that this is Bellingham and most everything is all mellow and shit. I understand that maybe since you're male you've never really felt insecure and vulnerable late at night. I'll even go so far as to say that maybe you think I'm just making a big deal out of nothing; being too dramatic over such a small thing and that I should just fuckin' grow a spine.
Right.
Ted Bundy and countless other crazy women-killing men have made their way through this hick town; in fact, I used to know one of 'em. James Dicky used to work on my car, guy gave me the fuckin' creeps. Eeeewwww. Point. This may be a mellow-as-shit town but it's never been the town but the people in it. And aren't we all just a bunch of homicidal killers on the inside anyway?
Point number two: I may seem manly at times but I'm actualy, basicaly, not. I'm a fuckin' puss. Just one more female who's afraid of the dark and scared of her own shadow. Yeah, maybe I seem like I can take care of myself in a one-on-one but I personaly don't know for sure. And I don't want to find out, ya know? So who gives a fuck what it looks like, who cares how you see me - I'm chicken.
It's not just the parking that drives me up the wall, but I chose my battles carefully. This can actually affect me physicaly. There are some sides of living with people in general that I can never quite deal with without twitching. It's all inevitable, I'm not going to stress. Too much. At least I've gotten over the initial compulsive need to clean after them.
Sorry, Brion. You're on your own.
So, what have we accomplished here? I'm still angry, almost as angry as I was last night when I came home and realised that my roommates don't really give a shit if I get mugged, raped, etc. just as long as they get prime parking. Nice. Next time I guess I'll just find a way onto the lawn, huh guys? It's not my damage deposit, what do I care?