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My life is so far from wonderful right now.
I got into what I guess you can call an "accident" yesterday... I hit the parking bumper at winn dixie for the hundreth time and any air bags decided to deflate and beat the shit out of me. So here I am, with a fucked up arm... and I go to work 3 hours later...I figured hey, what the hell, it doesnt hurt that bad.
Today I wake up and it hurts SOOO bad. I can hardly lift it. I call into work to see if I can call in and they say no... you have to come into work. I cant move my right arm but you want me to come in and scoop mother fucking ice cream for 4 hours?? fuck you.
It costs like 2,500 to get air bags repacked... what the hell is up with that shit? my dad is obviously in no hurry to get it fixed... its sitting in my drive way. Today I said "hey when are we gonna take my car somewhere to get it fixed?" his response was "whenever I get around to it"... "yea, cause I dont have a job or anything... I dont need a way to get around on my own."
To make all of this "vehicle" matter worse... My mom is out of town for the weekend. Leaving me, dave, and max with daves truck.. and my worthless car. So I cant borrow his truck for the day and do whatever cause I cant leave him without a vehicle. AWESOME! So, he's taking me to work tonight.. and picking me up. Last night I was gonna have to wait untill like 9:30 for him to come and pick me up.. when I got off work at 8. Finally I called my lifesavor... Tyler.
To ADD MORE to this.... Zach busted his head on thursday night. Yea, he has a lovely gash just about an inch above his left ear. He's still all dizzy and confused... 2 days later.
I think its funny... such a coincidence that he busts his head thursday night, and the next day... i fuck up my car AND my arm...
I got into what I guess you can call an "accident" yesterday... I hit the parking bumper at winn dixie for the hundreth time and any air bags decided to deflate and beat the shit out of me. So here I am, with a fucked up arm... and I go to work 3 hours later...I figured hey, what the hell, it doesnt hurt that bad.
Today I wake up and it hurts SOOO bad. I can hardly lift it. I call into work to see if I can call in and they say no... you have to come into work. I cant move my right arm but you want me to come in and scoop mother fucking ice cream for 4 hours?? fuck you.
It costs like 2,500 to get air bags repacked... what the hell is up with that shit? my dad is obviously in no hurry to get it fixed... its sitting in my drive way. Today I said "hey when are we gonna take my car somewhere to get it fixed?" his response was "whenever I get around to it"... "yea, cause I dont have a job or anything... I dont need a way to get around on my own."
To make all of this "vehicle" matter worse... My mom is out of town for the weekend. Leaving me, dave, and max with daves truck.. and my worthless car. So I cant borrow his truck for the day and do whatever cause I cant leave him without a vehicle. AWESOME! So, he's taking me to work tonight.. and picking me up. Last night I was gonna have to wait untill like 9:30 for him to come and pick me up.. when I got off work at 8. Finally I called my lifesavor... Tyler.
To ADD MORE to this.... Zach busted his head on thursday night. Yea, he has a lovely gash just about an inch above his left ear. He's still all dizzy and confused... 2 days later.
I think its funny... such a coincidence that he busts his head thursday night, and the next day... i fuck up my car AND my arm...