*hysterical laughter AND tears*
So. I have a rather nasty crack in one of the more important valves in our truck. *hysterical laughter* *and then hysterical tears* It would cost between $3-$5k to fix the valves, and almost $6k to rebuild the motor from where its been damaged from said leaking.
Our truck has 170,000 miles on it. We've done a LOT of traveling in it, for various reasons. I was hoping to coax it through at least a few more years until we'd be in a better position to get something new-used. And now we have to do it. Now. Right when we're moving into the major city suburbs because of this FUCKING ECONOMY and just. We got this car right before we got married. I have a lot of very fond memories of this car. This was not supposed to happen. I am not ready to part with both it and my goddamn house.
*rubs head* I have had stress headaches and stress migraines for the last two weeks. Also today I lodged a complaint about our new neighbors after they turned the bass up. Again. I have a house to pack, movers to find and utilities to deal with, all on my own. This is just - I can't - the only bright side is that we have fucking awesome credit, so getting a car loan isn't going to be a problem. I was just really, really hoping to put that extra money aside to build a better down payment on a place way-over-there - which, by the way, my mother finally got to see today and I swear to god she almost started crying because there were SO MANY PEOPLE and "You're so far away!"
Yeah. I just. My father almost caused a fucking accident on the freeway by going the EXACT speed limit in the HOV lane. Everyone else was going 70. Look, I'm not gonna lie. I'm sitting in my computer chair with my blanket over my head and pretending like I'm not about to have a panic attack. I fucking cried when we pulled away from our truck, today. I had to pay over $300 to get it to the point where it would run and I could drive it over to a place where the used car guy we know will help us try to trade it in for something and then get something new-used. And I just. I fucking bawled, people.
This things are sent to try us. That has been my mantra for the entirety of 2013. That and "I need a fucking drink."
*shuffles off to read fanfiction*
Our truck has 170,000 miles on it. We've done a LOT of traveling in it, for various reasons. I was hoping to coax it through at least a few more years until we'd be in a better position to get something new-used. And now we have to do it. Now. Right when we're moving into the major city suburbs because of this FUCKING ECONOMY and just. We got this car right before we got married. I have a lot of very fond memories of this car. This was not supposed to happen. I am not ready to part with both it and my goddamn house.
*rubs head* I have had stress headaches and stress migraines for the last two weeks. Also today I lodged a complaint about our new neighbors after they turned the bass up. Again. I have a house to pack, movers to find and utilities to deal with, all on my own. This is just - I can't - the only bright side is that we have fucking awesome credit, so getting a car loan isn't going to be a problem. I was just really, really hoping to put that extra money aside to build a better down payment on a place way-over-there - which, by the way, my mother finally got to see today and I swear to god she almost started crying because there were SO MANY PEOPLE and "You're so far away!"
Yeah. I just. My father almost caused a fucking accident on the freeway by going the EXACT speed limit in the HOV lane. Everyone else was going 70. Look, I'm not gonna lie. I'm sitting in my computer chair with my blanket over my head and pretending like I'm not about to have a panic attack. I fucking cried when we pulled away from our truck, today. I had to pay over $300 to get it to the point where it would run and I could drive it over to a place where the used car guy we know will help us try to trade it in for something and then get something new-used. And I just. I fucking bawled, people.
This things are sent to try us. That has been my mantra for the entirety of 2013. That and "I need a fucking drink."
*shuffles off to read fanfiction*