1. Since I've been here my car has been stolen twice. Yes, twice. No, not by thugs or criminals persay... by the towing company who employs retards who can't see a freaking parking pass sticker on my freaking car!

2. Someone ran into my car. Just... ran into either pulling into or backing out of these incredibly tiny spots. All they left me were some scratches, a stream of red paint, and a $230 repair bill to remember them by.

*I suppose I did get a $20 garage parking space out of the deal (Justin has to pay $50), but then again... I have to PAY for parking in Virginia...

3. My apartment is fucking leaking! I live *edit, "I have lived" I'm in denial * in buildings that survive category 3-4 hurricanes without so much as a scratch.... and this apartment complex can't handle 3 days worth of drizzling rain? WTF! Now, I don't know exactly where the water is coming from, I live on the first floor... updates coming soon, that is... as long as the gushing stream of water coming from my living room ceiling doesn't damage my computer, which is in an uncomfortably close proximity to said gushing stream.

ahhfreakingrrr!!

*update: my maintenance guy has come to "fix" the leak. He poked a hole in the ceiling and left.