"you fucking die"

so as i left my apt around 2:30-ish to head to kyle to take care of some business (not lady business), i found a note on my car from my fucking bitch neighbor. those of you who read this or have spoken to me in the past two months know all about my fucking bitch neighbor and her fucking bitch neighbor birds. and how when i asked her nicely to move the birds indoors or something so as they don't sqawk their fucking feathers off at 8 a.m. when i've just gone to sleep at 6 a.m., she was rude, told me it wasn't her fault i worked nights, that she'd paid her pet deposit, and slammed the door in my face.

well, now she's gone farther. the note on my car said this. it was on a piece of junkmail addressed to her with her name on it. so this is what the note said: "#6 is what the space you are parked in says. so please do not park in this spot again! thanks."

what kind of passive-aggressive bullshit is this? i have the right mind to keep parking in her fucking spot. what i think this fucking bitch doesn't know is that nobody in this complex parks in their fucking spots. it's a fucking given. you know, i don't leave a fucking note on her door saying "bitch, your shit is partially on my porch. get it off or you fucking die." but she probably wouldn't get the pixies reference because she has this fucking huge truck with a huge sticker on it that says "rockgirl" that makes me think she has a shallow vagina.

but yeah. so now that i know her name, i'm gonna start sending shit to her apartment. i think she wants to join columbia house. she looks like the kind of girl that would like 8 free CDs and to buy 2 at regular price within the year. yeah. fucking bitch.