a quick update: i went out for my friend’s book reading/signing around 7:30 and then they realized it was my bday and we decided to go out for a drink. well, to start with, i was late (because of my class) and when i got there, i felt like i couldn’t sit down without getting in people’s way.

but, this guy sitting on the aisle noticed me hovering and he moved over so i could sit down. hmmm. nice. i noticed he was kinda handsome and tall (tall is always useful for those of us who like heels and are over 5′7″). the reading ended and he of course knew my friend who was reading, and his gfriend. well, we blabbed for awhile, but then decided to go out. apparently he was coming with us.

he had an english accent. and big blue eyes. and gasp *blond* hair. and he was tall. and he was coming with us. and no ring, and no gf. well. maybe not. not sure about that. but wouldn’t she have come along? perhaps not.

so he opened doors for me, bought me wine, said some kind of subtle, but obvious too, really nice supportive things to me.

and he perked right up when i casually was talking about singing (i didn’t bring it up, G did, my friend). he wanted to know all about it.

a man after my own heart. seriously.

if you are interested in my singing, well, then that scores BIG FAT POINTS.

anyway. it was a lovely evening. he did this little sweet thing, with the book i bought. he put it in my glovebox while he was in the car and i said i would forget it there. as he got out, he remembered and put it on the seat, then reached over to shake my hand, and well, he didn’t let it go right away, until we looked at each other in the eye.

uhm. i was not expecting to meet someone who i found attractive and acted like a gentleman and well…it was a nice surprise.

made me feel better about other crap lately.

then i got home and found i was trapped in the back parking area, and the neighbors infuriated me. and so you know what? i completely lost it. fucking move your car. don’t act like you’re doing me some kind of favor because you’re a rude asshole. you’re not doing me any favors. then she had the fucking nerve to say that how she was parking was how i parked (before). then i really lost it. clearly she knew exactly what she was doing was going to block me in and/or piss me off, because it was clear she had her responses already thought out.

here’s the problem: the original reason they had to move their car was their own fucking fault. if they hadn’t continually left shit in my way, i would not have complained and the landlord wouldn’t have told them to move. i was nice to them about it at first, but apparently only getting super pissed gets results. so she has the nerve to say they did it to accomodate me. WHAT??? oh no you didn’t.that was a complete lie. as if they were doing me some kind of favor. bullshit.  i told her i never should have had to park in that spot in the first place. no one accomodated me.

then she had the fucking nerve, instead of just moving the fucking car, to tell me that i parked in the same way before. i really lost it then. telling her that was a complete lie and she knew it and that i never left so much room between my car and the house. she absolutely knew she was lying and they did it on purpose. i told her i was fucking sick of their bullshit and to move her fucking car.

she moved her fucking car.

i’m so fucking sick of liars and ignorant people.

anyway. i’m better now. but i just heard something rustling around somewhere. jesus that mouse better be dead.