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My car's had a horrible weekend. It doesnt even ask for trouble all it did was sit there the entire time. Katie managed to back into it from her own driveway friday. I feel a little worse for her though since her car got its ass kicked. Then tonite i came to my car and found a window shattered. I have a curse for the weekend. Dont drive with me. Moving to sb has officially been put on hold and in jeopardy until i find a new roomate or two. Florida seems just as fun who could blame someone for wanting to leave this place. This entire spring breaks seemed like one big week long fight w/ someone i really shouldnt fight with. Its been a headache and it always seems to be shit that there really is no point in fighting about. I mean god damn its not like i threw someones shoes out of the car or anything. Im praying for my car for the rest of the weekend. Amen