It fucking pours
I'm once again in one of those states of mind where I am 100% convinced that I am doomed to never have anything go well for me. Now my fucking car is out of commision again. I think it's the starter, but seeing as I have no freaking clue about cars, I don't know for sure. So my options are to a.) try and replace the starter myself, which will most definately lead to the inevitable destruction of my car in one form or another, or b.) pay to have a mechanic fix it, which would be much safer, and he could see if there's anything else wrong with it, but would also probably cost an arm and a leg since I would have to have it towed (it won't start at all, and no, brainiac, it's not just a dead battery, I'm not that cartarded) which once again delay the purchase of my much anticipated skates. Ugh. I already drew a bad-ass skull and cross bones to stencil on the side of them so I could be captain badass at the rink. Oh well, at least sunday was fun. I had a blast dancing with Ellison and her friend. Screw pool, dancing's where it's at these days. Oh, and I did call in sick on monday, but I really was sick, and I ended up having to go in at 5 anyway because everyone was to fucking shitty to be able to go in and close for me, so, raincheck on the swimming? Later kids, I need food.