My Life As A Pile Of Shit
I am in what is just about the foulest, blackest mood I've been in for a long time. All I had to do was take my car to my dad so he could drive it while his truck was being worked on. So I go to sit in my car, and despite being instantly covered in sweat (why even bother taking a shower any more? I don't know) I rather expected it to start right up. Considering that I had no problems driving it earlier today when I went to lunch, that made sense to me. Does it start, though? Fuck no. Not a goddamn thing. It pulled the little teasing shit where it'd start to catch and then die. I'm so fucking pissed off right now it's not even funny. All I wanted to do was to get out of the damn house for awhile. Screw me. Am I just not meant to have an actual functioning car? Apparantly so. Now I'm stuck at the house doing nothing and once again wondering when the hell I'm going to be mobile again and how much more I'm going to owe my dad to get it piece of shit fixed. I'm actually starting to miss my Houston busses.