the parking situation

So the parkins situation here where I live is certainly less than perfect. There are four guys who live here and we have three parking spaces we get to dal with. Two are normal sized and the other is double long so two can park in it. So then we get to figure out a little dance so nobody gets blocked in. I don't have a job, yet, and so the other guys are trying to always get me to park in the crap spot. I say screw that. I'm not going to get blocked in just because these monkeys can't seem to figure it out. Today is Saturday, my third or fourth biggest sleepin day of the week. Well it was harshly interupted by my roommate Kyle. I like to refer to him as Mom. Well Mom was all in a tizzy because he was blocked in and Tim didn't leave his keys here. No keys, no Tim, and it suddenly becomes my broblem. I'm not mad, I don't mind helping out. BUt you just can't get up and go back to bed and call it sleeping in, ya know? I stayed up last on purpose last night because I was fully planning on sleeping 'till 11, not 9. Oh well, it's the path of things I guess. I'm not going to whine or sulk over it. I know in the next day or two Mom is going to try to talk me into having to take the bad spot again. Good thing I'm stubborn or I'd do it.