Monday, June 09, 2008

It's the little things.

I had a great weekend. It was full of fun and friends and laughs and food. It's amazing how one thing could just bring my weekend of fun to a screeching halt.

You see, I bought a house with my sister and her husband. It was good arrangement seeing that neither one of us could afford a place on our own. They pay half and get the master and half of the rest of the house. I pay half and get two small rooms and a bathroom and half of the rest of the house. The garage is one of the things we split. Unfortunately we only received one remote. He has it. I have to call whenever I need someone to open the garage...or I have to park the car, go through the side door, open the garage door from inside, and repark my car inside the garage. Leaving is a pain in the ass too because I either have to ask someone to close the door for me, or I have to pull out of the garage, park, go back inside the garage and close the door, and either run really fast before the door closes without tripping the sensor, or walk out the side door and go back to my car.

So tonight, after having fun at O's I drive home deciding that if there is no easy street parking, then I will do my side entry garage thing so I don't wake anyone up. I drive down my street to see no parking (at least nothing my car will fit in). I go down my lil alleyway and park my car in front of our garage. I go inside and turn on the light to see that he was parking in the FUCKING MIDDLE OF THE GARAGE! I was pissed. I called my sister and she didn't answer. I go back outside and the neighbor's stupid ass mini dog starts snarking at me. I go out to look for parking and end up parking way on the side street.

I'm so pissed. I don't even get to park in the garage half the fucking week because fucker has the fucking remote and it becomes a pain in the ass to do the fucking park-go in-open door-go out-park shit every fucking time. Then fucker has the fucking nerve to fucking parking his fucking car in the middle of the fucking garage.

My car has a built in remote that needs to be set. I tried doing it on my own, but I need help. I asked for help several times and nothing. Why should they help me when the have a fucking remote already? I hate that I'm a push over. I hate that they are walking all over me. I hate that I can't even be at home in my own home. It's not just the garage. There are other things too. It is all adding up. I'm boiling over...

THIS IS FUCKING RIDICULOUS! I OWN THIS HOUSE TOO.

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