We all have a sickness that cleverly attaches and multiplies...
It's been an interesting first week back in Fort Lauderdale to say the least. To keep it short, on Thursday when I went to apply for a job at the Publix (which seems like I will get) at Sea Ranch Lakes I ended up hitting the front of some old dude's car. He was too close to me, I wasn't watching completely when I reversed. Whatever, I was at fault but the cop was nice enough not to cite me because he said I was honest and didn't try to place any blame on the old man, despite the fact that he could've prevented it by keeping his fucking distance...Old people shouldn't drive, fuck.
I've been watching kids a lot. Haven't been doing much else. Hopefully I'll have a job with Publix soon, and I'm going to apply at Staples too. Lots of Warcraft time, hah. I think I'm developing Carpal (thanks Bianca) tunnel, my wrist will hurt for no reason. Blows. Shabaz is coming down in two weeks, Bianca's going back up to SH next weekend...so this next month or so will be spent mostly doing nothing, then working, then hanging out with Shabaz and it'll probably end with me going up to Orlando to visit.
Going to save up all the money I make to pay for the repairs on my car, need to get my a/c check up, going to get a black paint job...I don't want Leo to be red anymore, then I need to get the dent fixed. I'll post a couple pictures of the damage before I get anything fixed. I'm just too lazy to get my camera from my grandma's place.
Despite my shitty and horrid luck thus far, I think that this summer will teach me a couple things. I'll begin releasing myself from the emotional restraints of my family. After the accident, I called the insurance to let them know, I called my father and informed him so he can pay for the immediate repair of my brake light (can't really drive around with a shattered brake light) and then I called everyone and told them everything is under control. However, my Grandma now thinks I can sue the guy to get my car fixed...what she refuses to realize is that I told the Cop I was at fault, and that's on the accident report so no fucking court would take that claim seriously. It's a stupid suggestion but my Grandma's husband is full of those and a lot of shit too.
So, in short. The beginning of my summer in Fort Lauderdale is like the beginning of Good Burger where Keenan gets into the accident with Sinbad and then has to go work the summer to pay it off...the whole time after the accident that's all I could think of. That and how my car completely fucking owned that little piece of shit Toyota Camry...when my car hit his, my car was all like "THIS IS SPARTA!!!" and his car was all like *die*. Leonidas wins.
Until next time,
We'd like to do for you, a medley...
I've been watching kids a lot. Haven't been doing much else. Hopefully I'll have a job with Publix soon, and I'm going to apply at Staples too. Lots of Warcraft time, hah. I think I'm developing Carpal (thanks Bianca) tunnel, my wrist will hurt for no reason. Blows. Shabaz is coming down in two weeks, Bianca's going back up to SH next weekend...so this next month or so will be spent mostly doing nothing, then working, then hanging out with Shabaz and it'll probably end with me going up to Orlando to visit.
Going to save up all the money I make to pay for the repairs on my car, need to get my a/c check up, going to get a black paint job...I don't want Leo to be red anymore, then I need to get the dent fixed. I'll post a couple pictures of the damage before I get anything fixed. I'm just too lazy to get my camera from my grandma's place.
Despite my shitty and horrid luck thus far, I think that this summer will teach me a couple things. I'll begin releasing myself from the emotional restraints of my family. After the accident, I called the insurance to let them know, I called my father and informed him so he can pay for the immediate repair of my brake light (can't really drive around with a shattered brake light) and then I called everyone and told them everything is under control. However, my Grandma now thinks I can sue the guy to get my car fixed...what she refuses to realize is that I told the Cop I was at fault, and that's on the accident report so no fucking court would take that claim seriously. It's a stupid suggestion but my Grandma's husband is full of those and a lot of shit too.
So, in short. The beginning of my summer in Fort Lauderdale is like the beginning of Good Burger where Keenan gets into the accident with Sinbad and then has to go work the summer to pay it off...the whole time after the accident that's all I could think of. That and how my car completely fucking owned that little piece of shit Toyota Camry...when my car hit his, my car was all like "THIS IS SPARTA!!!" and his car was all like *die*. Leonidas wins.
Until next time,
We'd like to do for you, a medley...