And I'm sick
I got into a car accident last week. Some dumb whore pulled out in front of me at a stop sign on a side street and then stopped a few feet out in the road. I swerved mostly around her but I had to hit her. My car is getting fixed right now, so I'm driving my mom's gas guzzler (somehow I am supposed to afford a car that gets 10 mph when I usually get 39 in my little riceburner, plus when I started driving the massive beast it was just above empty). The dumb whore's insurance company got my mom an '05 Jeep suv but I can't drive it because I'm not 25.
Oh and then on top of that wonderful incident, that bastard guy start blowing me off. Or wait he didn't blow me off, he just made it so it was impossible for us to hang out, "I'm not driving." Um, I don't have enough gas to drive to your side of town, but of course he knows that. He just doesn't want to hang out with me and he's being shady about it like every other fucking guy!
Why make plans with someone if you don't want to hang out with them?
Oh and then on top of that wonderful incident, that bastard guy start blowing me off. Or wait he didn't blow me off, he just made it so it was impossible for us to hang out, "I'm not driving." Um, I don't have enough gas to drive to your side of town, but of course he knows that. He just doesn't want to hang out with me and he's being shady about it like every other fucking guy!
Why make plans with someone if you don't want to hang out with them?