Ok, who has the voodoo doll?
Because somebody has it in for me this week.
First there was the couch drama.
Then the door handle decided to crumble in the cold.
And today, someone decides to cut me off when I'm already past their back bumper, leaving me to either meet their car or pop the curb. I choose the curb and end up with a flat tire. I pray that it's not a broken axle too.
Add this to the already kindof overwhelming school and music load that's starting to stress me out.
What the Fuck?
First there was the couch drama.
Then the door handle decided to crumble in the cold.
And today, someone decides to cut me off when I'm already past their back bumper, leaving me to either meet their car or pop the curb. I choose the curb and end up with a flat tire. I pray that it's not a broken axle too.
Add this to the already kindof overwhelming school and music load that's starting to stress me out.
What the Fuck?