Where do I go from here?
I'm moved in and unpacked. It's pretty nice...and I like it more now. I still have quite a few things I need to buy for the place.
I met my neighbor the other night. And I already hate him. He's a dirty sand coon and hopefully we don't cross paths for a while. I invited him and his friend over to have a couple of beers with Ashley and me. He even tried to con me into kissing him when I asked what nationalities he is. That didn't fly with me. Long story short, he and his friend left and he was going to drive his friend home. For some reason I had the inclination to look out my window and watch them drive off. Sure enough the Pakistani fuckface hit my car. Yep. He backed right in to it. The dipshit obviously can't think or drive because he got into one of those Austin Powers forward and reverse maneuvers and almost got Ashley's truck too. He knows that's my car...and he did not come forward to me about it.
I am an equal opportunity hater. I do give every person I come into contact with a chance. I am nice and respectful to the person until they give me reason not to. Messing up anyting of mine and not being honest about it....you better believe I have strong, negative feelings toward that person. And I'm on to this mother fucker too. It's not like it might not happen again. The way the parking lot is set up...he could easily do it again because he's too ignorant when he pulls out of his space. And judging by the looks of his car, this ain't the 1st time he's backed into something. He's got dents, dings, crunches, scuffs and scratches all over the car.
Had the car 1 year and already been hit 4 times at a complete stand still.
That just goes to show you no one can be trusted, and no one respects you or the things you own. they don't care if they damage it and they won't be honest about it either.
And the really shitty part to it.....is that there isn't much of anything you can do about it.
My sister is really naive...and often stupid. She went to Ft. Worth for a thing for her school...a competition or something...I don't know. Anyway they stayed at a La Quinta. The dumbass took her laptop with her....and left it in the hotel room. Mind you my parents bought it for her. Well someone stole it out of the room. First of all, she's should not have taken it with her (I guess MySpace is just too fucking important that one can't go a day without logging on to it)...she should have at least locked it in the trunk of her car. The school people were bouncing form room to room partying and being wild. And the people she goes to school with are all.....let's just say they remind me a lot of my late Aunt Sue.
Drug addicts, recovering drug addicts (i.e. Molly), alcoholics, sluts, fags, queens....
I was going to write about other stuff, but now I'm just in a negative mood.
I have to call Robert back becasue I need info from him to use him as a refernce for the DPD application. My mom suggested it. Well now I have to listen to him talk until the sun goes down. That man talks and talks and talks so much....he always has been that way. I wonder if anyone has ever said to him (or his mother) my ears are bleeding now....could you please shut the fuck up?
He's already talked my ear off once today and even bad mouthed the DPD.
For fuck's sake I only need to know the name of his employer.
I met my neighbor the other night. And I already hate him. He's a dirty sand coon and hopefully we don't cross paths for a while. I invited him and his friend over to have a couple of beers with Ashley and me. He even tried to con me into kissing him when I asked what nationalities he is. That didn't fly with me. Long story short, he and his friend left and he was going to drive his friend home. For some reason I had the inclination to look out my window and watch them drive off. Sure enough the Pakistani fuckface hit my car. Yep. He backed right in to it. The dipshit obviously can't think or drive because he got into one of those Austin Powers forward and reverse maneuvers and almost got Ashley's truck too. He knows that's my car...and he did not come forward to me about it.
I am an equal opportunity hater. I do give every person I come into contact with a chance. I am nice and respectful to the person until they give me reason not to. Messing up anyting of mine and not being honest about it....you better believe I have strong, negative feelings toward that person. And I'm on to this mother fucker too. It's not like it might not happen again. The way the parking lot is set up...he could easily do it again because he's too ignorant when he pulls out of his space. And judging by the looks of his car, this ain't the 1st time he's backed into something. He's got dents, dings, crunches, scuffs and scratches all over the car.
Had the car 1 year and already been hit 4 times at a complete stand still.
That just goes to show you no one can be trusted, and no one respects you or the things you own. they don't care if they damage it and they won't be honest about it either.
And the really shitty part to it.....is that there isn't much of anything you can do about it.
My sister is really naive...and often stupid. She went to Ft. Worth for a thing for her school...a competition or something...I don't know. Anyway they stayed at a La Quinta. The dumbass took her laptop with her....and left it in the hotel room. Mind you my parents bought it for her. Well someone stole it out of the room. First of all, she's should not have taken it with her (I guess MySpace is just too fucking important that one can't go a day without logging on to it)...she should have at least locked it in the trunk of her car. The school people were bouncing form room to room partying and being wild. And the people she goes to school with are all.....let's just say they remind me a lot of my late Aunt Sue.
Drug addicts, recovering drug addicts (i.e. Molly), alcoholics, sluts, fags, queens....
I was going to write about other stuff, but now I'm just in a negative mood.
I have to call Robert back becasue I need info from him to use him as a refernce for the DPD application. My mom suggested it. Well now I have to listen to him talk until the sun goes down. That man talks and talks and talks so much....he always has been that way. I wonder if anyone has ever said to him (or his mother) my ears are bleeding now....could you please shut the fuck up?
He's already talked my ear off once today and even bad mouthed the DPD.
For fuck's sake I only need to know the name of his employer.