So I have a crazy neighbor, who doesn't right? Let me vent over what happened tonight involving my crazy neighbor.  I come home from work around 7pm. make dinner and started to catch up on some shows I've taped when all the sudden at 10pm at NIGHT on a SUNDAY my crazy neighbor is banging on my door.  My room mate answers the door to find our crazy neighbor in her PAJAMAS.  She tells my room mate that her car broke down 1/2 a block from her house and that she needs me to move my car  from out front of her house so she can park her car.  So I say no problem.  

I go out there and her car parked directly behind mine, perfectly nestled behind my vehicle and parked out of the street.   I'm wondering to myself.  Why does she need me to move my car when her car is parked RIGHT BEHIND MINE.  Mind you on the street we live in there aren't any driveways for the houses so everyone shares the street parking.  Also when I got off of work there wasn't any other places to park except the spot I chose.  So I moved my car and then went back into my apartment.

I'm thinking of how crazy this women is and how I've taken her shit ever since I've been a resident across from her.  She's a hoarder, and her lawn looks jacked, and she keeps a construction cone  or sometimes a empty milk crate outside in the street so that other residents cannot park in front of her house. Enough is enough.  I in general am not a confrontational person.  In the 3rd grade I was a Conflict Manager for Christ Sake!  

So I walk over and knock on her door.  She answers and I ask to speak with her.  I simply asked her why is was necessary for me to move my car just so she could move hers up 8 feet?  She had no answer.  Then I told her that I didn't appreciate her waking up everyone in my apartment so late on a Sunday and then she got crazy ghetto.  She called my a B!^#$ and at that moment I unleashed the fury.  I told her that nobody in this neighbor hood likes her and that's she's crazy and that if she doesn't want people to park in front of her house that she needs to pay the city to make a handicap parking spot.  She then proceeded to threaten me and I was like bring it you crazy old bag.  I then pointed to the cone that she leaves in the street and said," F your CONE!"

What a damn night!  

So I've given up and given in and decided that in the end Write is Right and I should hand over my thoughts, in writing, through my very own blog. It seems like a narcissistic thing to do, writing about yourself for others to see. I feel that it's a fun, therapeutic way to express myself day to day in my own writing.

This is a very important year for me as far as milestones go: This year I plan to travel more, move with my boyfriend into our own place, finally get over it and go to the dentist =), and turn 3o! And if all goes well be more healthy but let's not push it, okay!

So as I unwind through out all the boring adventures that is Heather E. sit back and relax and let the ink hit the pavement!

-Heather E.