Jul 01, 2007 11:05
Since my car is a dead piece of shit we go yesterday and drop a big bomb of cash on a really nice car. It's a 2001 Passat with a V6, black leather interior, and all the bells and whistles. It was actually not too expensive. It is a 5-speed, so I get the nice added stress of trying to learn how to drive it without looking like an idiot. I don't know why they have to make it so fucking difficult. Too much gas...peel (or peal??) out. Too little gas...stall. Too little clutch...peel out. Too much clutch...stall. It's frustrating.
So, we get the cars home. Jeremy looks at his car and there's coolant all over the fucking place. We don't have much money left to fix any major problem that his car might have, so that's fantastic.
See...this is our lives. Something good happens. We think that we'll be alright for a while, and then God says "Haha...FUCK YOU!!" and something else fucks up royally.
I'm just waiting for the baby to die because that would be the icing on the cake and I'm actually to a point where I expect it. Something horrible like that anyway. And if you've lived my life this past 2 years you'd feel the same way. All we do is try try try try try try try and despite our best efforts and trying to make the smartest decisions we can we just get FUCKED OVER. We're not just sitting around feeling sorry for ourselves. We're not being lazy. We're doing the absolute best we can given the situation and it doesn't make a damn bit of difference.
Seriously God. Just end this. Strike me down if that's what you want, because this shit isn't funny. I'm sure it is to you, but it's not to me. This kind of shit is almost evidence that there is a God or diety of some kind, because randomness cannot be this cruel. And we all know that God does this kind of thing for fun, so it's not unreasonable to consider that he likes to do it to people other than Job.