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everything is fucking me over.
i got a sinus infection last weekend.
it's rained for fucking days now.
yesterday dad and me got into a fight about my car and how it's a piece of shit.
yesterday i tried taking my door panel off so i could get to the damn window on the passenger side cause i fucked it up a while back. i couldn't get to the fucking window because of the fucking sheet metal that's in the fucking way everywhere.
then while i'm doing the window thing my fucking neighbor says come over for a minute and tells me he's got "couple hours of work for me to do tomorrow" which is today now but fuck him. he's old and fucked up. i don't want to move your fucking shit you old man. just because you have the bright fuckin idea to make your smokeout room into a bedroom for yourself doesn't mean you have to get the neighbors to do it for you. where the fuck is our money.
so last night i get a bit of good news, dad says that he called up to university imports and they said have it up there around 8:30 this morning. well i stayed up all night and didn't go to sleep until sometime around 6 am, cause i spent all night reading car forums for help on my talon. i also learned more than i ever wanted to know about modifying v6 camaros and firebirds....hell i was so damn anxious to get my car fixed i figured i'd stay up most all night, leave it up there all day and sleep when i got back home.
WELL FUCK NO.
got up there and the goddamned place is fucking CLOSED. "new summer schedule: closed friday and saturday"
WHO THE FUCK RUNS THAT PLACE? THEY FUCKING TOLD US TO HAVE IT UP THERE TODAY, THIS FUCKING MORNING, KNOWING DAMN WELL THE PLACE WAS FUCKING CLOSED BECAUSE THEY'RE FUCKING LAZY. what kind of half assed service shop closes on weekdays? so me and dad are like wtf and he tries to get me to go eat breakfast with him but i told him i wasn't hungry, and hell i wasn't after all this dissappointment. how the fucking hell am i gonna get my car fixed now? come monday i have to go back to work, i don't have time to not have a car all day, and dad won't let me borrow his truck cause he has to have a ride god forbid he's about to croak and needs to get to the hospital or something.
oh yeah and of course the old man won't take it somewhere else. too expensive. fuck off, hell all it needs is fuckin plugs and wires, i could pick those up at autozone and get wesley to do it for me. but oh well whatever.
i just want my fucking engine to run smoothely and my passenger window to roll up and down without stopping halfway and going CLACK CLACK CLACK loud as hell and then having a one inch gap in the front and more than that in the back side. great for letting rain in and keeping your car damp when you want to grow mold and mildew!
ever since i installed my damn ethernet card maya doesn't run anymore. i hoped they would install my dsl this week, but of course not, that would work out too well.
ya know all i want is that 99 dark blue auto v6 firebird. why? gas mileage, comfort, rwd, newer than my car by 4 years, and that 225 lb/ft dead stock. sure i want a manual but at this point i'm willing to settle for almost anything. in myrtle beach there's a black 1990 300zx for 2900 bucks that i would kill for about now.
so i get back home hoping to go back to sleep but i can't. so i go try messin with my window in the car again and NOW IT'S FUCKED UP MORE THAN IT ALREADY WAS. fuckin lucky ain't it? and then it starts raining....just enough to piss me off. come back in and get a load of laundry out the drying to find my FAVORITE FUCKING SHIRT STILL HAS FUCKING CHOCOLATE MILK STAINS ON IT. GODDAMNED SONOFABITCH FUCKIN HELL.
so right now i'm lookin at gettin a shower and waiting on brittany. i'm sure she's probably already up but i'm not gonna call her and bother her. and no i don't feel like watching a movie too much after all this shit. ya know last night i was so psyched about everything goin my way and how it seemed like my life was turning around a little bit.
FUCK NO. JUST FUCK ME OVER SOME MORE.
i'm getting pretty broke too....and i'm tired of having to buy all of my fucking food and drinks. buy some fucking groceries once in a while dammit. fuckin peanut butter sandwich doesn't cut it and neither does timesaver shit.
then i feel shitty about the games i bought at eb the other day. 15 bucks for soul calibur 2 and i'm alreayd bored with it after two days. same with madden 2k3, hell sure it was 3 bucks but in the grand scheme of things, i should have just bought silent hill 3 or something. of course their return policy is gay, 2 weeks if the seal is unbroken but you can't bypass that on dvd cases like you can on cd cases. and trade ins are ridiculously low. they'll give you like 3 bucks for a game they'll sell for 4x that much.
well i guess i feel a bit better that i got all this out.
i got a sinus infection last weekend.
it's rained for fucking days now.
yesterday dad and me got into a fight about my car and how it's a piece of shit.
yesterday i tried taking my door panel off so i could get to the damn window on the passenger side cause i fucked it up a while back. i couldn't get to the fucking window because of the fucking sheet metal that's in the fucking way everywhere.
then while i'm doing the window thing my fucking neighbor says come over for a minute and tells me he's got "couple hours of work for me to do tomorrow" which is today now but fuck him. he's old and fucked up. i don't want to move your fucking shit you old man. just because you have the bright fuckin idea to make your smokeout room into a bedroom for yourself doesn't mean you have to get the neighbors to do it for you. where the fuck is our money.
so last night i get a bit of good news, dad says that he called up to university imports and they said have it up there around 8:30 this morning. well i stayed up all night and didn't go to sleep until sometime around 6 am, cause i spent all night reading car forums for help on my talon. i also learned more than i ever wanted to know about modifying v6 camaros and firebirds....hell i was so damn anxious to get my car fixed i figured i'd stay up most all night, leave it up there all day and sleep when i got back home.
WELL FUCK NO.
got up there and the goddamned place is fucking CLOSED. "new summer schedule: closed friday and saturday"
WHO THE FUCK RUNS THAT PLACE? THEY FUCKING TOLD US TO HAVE IT UP THERE TODAY, THIS FUCKING MORNING, KNOWING DAMN WELL THE PLACE WAS FUCKING CLOSED BECAUSE THEY'RE FUCKING LAZY. what kind of half assed service shop closes on weekdays? so me and dad are like wtf and he tries to get me to go eat breakfast with him but i told him i wasn't hungry, and hell i wasn't after all this dissappointment. how the fucking hell am i gonna get my car fixed now? come monday i have to go back to work, i don't have time to not have a car all day, and dad won't let me borrow his truck cause he has to have a ride god forbid he's about to croak and needs to get to the hospital or something.
oh yeah and of course the old man won't take it somewhere else. too expensive. fuck off, hell all it needs is fuckin plugs and wires, i could pick those up at autozone and get wesley to do it for me. but oh well whatever.
i just want my fucking engine to run smoothely and my passenger window to roll up and down without stopping halfway and going CLACK CLACK CLACK loud as hell and then having a one inch gap in the front and more than that in the back side. great for letting rain in and keeping your car damp when you want to grow mold and mildew!
ever since i installed my damn ethernet card maya doesn't run anymore. i hoped they would install my dsl this week, but of course not, that would work out too well.
ya know all i want is that 99 dark blue auto v6 firebird. why? gas mileage, comfort, rwd, newer than my car by 4 years, and that 225 lb/ft dead stock. sure i want a manual but at this point i'm willing to settle for almost anything. in myrtle beach there's a black 1990 300zx for 2900 bucks that i would kill for about now.
so i get back home hoping to go back to sleep but i can't. so i go try messin with my window in the car again and NOW IT'S FUCKED UP MORE THAN IT ALREADY WAS. fuckin lucky ain't it? and then it starts raining....just enough to piss me off. come back in and get a load of laundry out the drying to find my FAVORITE FUCKING SHIRT STILL HAS FUCKING CHOCOLATE MILK STAINS ON IT. GODDAMNED SONOFABITCH FUCKIN HELL.
so right now i'm lookin at gettin a shower and waiting on brittany. i'm sure she's probably already up but i'm not gonna call her and bother her. and no i don't feel like watching a movie too much after all this shit. ya know last night i was so psyched about everything goin my way and how it seemed like my life was turning around a little bit.
FUCK NO. JUST FUCK ME OVER SOME MORE.
i'm getting pretty broke too....and i'm tired of having to buy all of my fucking food and drinks. buy some fucking groceries once in a while dammit. fuckin peanut butter sandwich doesn't cut it and neither does timesaver shit.
then i feel shitty about the games i bought at eb the other day. 15 bucks for soul calibur 2 and i'm alreayd bored with it after two days. same with madden 2k3, hell sure it was 3 bucks but in the grand scheme of things, i should have just bought silent hill 3 or something. of course their return policy is gay, 2 weeks if the seal is unbroken but you can't bypass that on dvd cases like you can on cd cases. and trade ins are ridiculously low. they'll give you like 3 bucks for a game they'll sell for 4x that much.
well i guess i feel a bit better that i got all this out.