So are y'all ready for this shit?! 
I recently (with the help of one of my best friend's, MrMan77) put keyed locks on my doors for my own piece of mind. These were placed on my bedroom door and my bathroom door because I hate people going into my space without my permission. When I went away on business, my bro (or his girlfriend) helped themselves to some things in my room. It was pretty cheap stuff, so it is not about the cost of it as much as it is about the invasion of my personal space without permission.
So this morning, I get ready to leave so I could do the last of some homework and pay some bills and I lock my keys (along with the spares) in my room.
How genius am I?
The passive aggressive in me did not want to confront my bro about the stuff that was used, so I put the locks on. It just seems fitting that I am the one who suffers as a result.
So I call the locksmith and ask him to be as quiet as can be so I don't have to deal with a scene if my bro emerged from his lair. Thank goddess he lives downstairs on the other side of the house and he doesn't seem to notice my coming and going.
And the kicker??!! It took the locksmith longer to walk upstairs than it did for him to get the damn lock open.
So 55 bucks and 30 seconds later, my door was open and I immediately hid the spare keys.
I was so pissed at myself for doing something so lame.
But then I had to think that maybe there was a reason that I was not able to get out on the road when I wanted to. It was pouring out and I can only imagine how crazy people were driving. Instead of crying cause I am out money that I really didn't have to spare, I am thanking my guardian angels for protecting me.
That is the only comfort I have right now because I am thinking that I just spent my gas money for the week; and all because my bro is an asshole.
Just breathe right?
I recently (with the help of one of my best friend's, MrMan77) put keyed locks on my doors for my own piece of mind. These were placed on my bedroom door and my bathroom door because I hate people going into my space without my permission. When I went away on business, my bro (or his girlfriend) helped themselves to some things in my room. It was pretty cheap stuff, so it is not about the cost of it as much as it is about the invasion of my personal space without permission.
So this morning, I get ready to leave so I could do the last of some homework and pay some bills and I lock my keys (along with the spares) in my room.
How genius am I?
The passive aggressive in me did not want to confront my bro about the stuff that was used, so I put the locks on. It just seems fitting that I am the one who suffers as a result.
So I call the locksmith and ask him to be as quiet as can be so I don't have to deal with a scene if my bro emerged from his lair. Thank goddess he lives downstairs on the other side of the house and he doesn't seem to notice my coming and going.
And the kicker??!! It took the locksmith longer to walk upstairs than it did for him to get the damn lock open.
So 55 bucks and 30 seconds later, my door was open and I immediately hid the spare keys.
I was so pissed at myself for doing something so lame.
But then I had to think that maybe there was a reason that I was not able to get out on the road when I wanted to. It was pouring out and I can only imagine how crazy people were driving. Instead of crying cause I am out money that I really didn't have to spare, I am thanking my guardian angels for protecting me.
That is the only comfort I have right now because I am thinking that I just spent my gas money for the week; and all because my bro is an asshole.
Just breathe right?
d_day:
come out tonight
giggles:
yes just breathe and maybe have a drink