That ain’t my truck…

OK, this has been picking at me for a few days now. Why do my neighbors insist on using my parking spot for their visitors? They know when I work. It hasn’t changed in almost a year with the exception of the project when I wasn’t even here. There is an extra spot in front of our building, and a lot of extra spots across the street, but they keep parking in mine, and when I get home I have to park in the extra spot. Granted, it’s only ten feet farther away, but it’s not MY spot. When I have a visitor, they always use the extra spot, even if my car is the only other one out there. Maybe I’m just being petty. Maybe I’m using this as an excuse to holler and vent because I don’t want to talk about what’s really bugging me. IT has to do with why I was bummed yesterday.

I need a girlfriend. Everyone I’ve been interested in lately is in a relationship, or a lesbian, or both. I’ve got nothing against lesbians: it’s just that with me being a guy it’s hard to get them to go on a date with me. It’s just one of those things you see.

Grrrrrrr. I hate this.