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Rant time.
I need another car. Hardcore. I put $30 of gas in the car the other day, and I haven't even SEEN in it two days. I've been sitting here, rolling around, foaming at the mouth, wanting so badly to get out of the house, but I can't because I don't have fucking transportation. And when I finally get to use the car, it won't have gas, because my brother will have used the $30 I put in to drive to and from golf practice in fucking NEW GLARUS and not bothered to put any more in. I'll probably also have to check and fill the oil, because he can't seem to do that either. If the bus came near my house, I'd simply use that, but we don't get buses in The Bumfuck Middle of Nowhere, Wisconsin. My mother is going to my stupid little cousins' soccer game tonight, so I can't use the Soccer Momobile, either. Which means I'm stuck here for a longer time.
I mowed the lawn today for my dad. THAT is how bored I was. I probably got sunburned something wicked, too, because my pale Irish skin has this intense aversion to the sun. Maybe I'll steal the riding lawn mower and ride into Madison. That'd be cool, I'm sure I could pick up a bunch of hot babes with those wheels.
Chris is coming into Madi tonight, and we were planning to go to this swanky-looking pool hall to play pool, but I don't want to make him drive. He drives all the time in Milwaukee.
Oh, and The Starting Line has a new cd out. But guess who couldn't afford it? Yeah, I have a whole $38 left in my bank account, and no job to speak of. (Yet.) I can't really ask my parents for dinero, either, because I'm not my fuckass little brother. Had I not put that $30 of gas in the car, perhaps I could have gotten that cd today. And Equilibrium! *gasp!*
Oh hell, that's right, I forgot, I'm not supposed to enjoy anything. Jeez, that must have slipped my mind.
I need another car. Hardcore. I put $30 of gas in the car the other day, and I haven't even SEEN in it two days. I've been sitting here, rolling around, foaming at the mouth, wanting so badly to get out of the house, but I can't because I don't have fucking transportation. And when I finally get to use the car, it won't have gas, because my brother will have used the $30 I put in to drive to and from golf practice in fucking NEW GLARUS and not bothered to put any more in. I'll probably also have to check and fill the oil, because he can't seem to do that either. If the bus came near my house, I'd simply use that, but we don't get buses in The Bumfuck Middle of Nowhere, Wisconsin. My mother is going to my stupid little cousins' soccer game tonight, so I can't use the Soccer Momobile, either. Which means I'm stuck here for a longer time.
I mowed the lawn today for my dad. THAT is how bored I was. I probably got sunburned something wicked, too, because my pale Irish skin has this intense aversion to the sun. Maybe I'll steal the riding lawn mower and ride into Madison. That'd be cool, I'm sure I could pick up a bunch of hot babes with those wheels.
Chris is coming into Madi tonight, and we were planning to go to this swanky-looking pool hall to play pool, but I don't want to make him drive. He drives all the time in Milwaukee.
Oh, and The Starting Line has a new cd out. But guess who couldn't afford it? Yeah, I have a whole $38 left in my bank account, and no job to speak of. (Yet.) I can't really ask my parents for dinero, either, because I'm not my fuckass little brother. Had I not put that $30 of gas in the car, perhaps I could have gotten that cd today. And Equilibrium! *gasp!*
Oh hell, that's right, I forgot, I'm not supposed to enjoy anything. Jeez, that must have slipped my mind.