Pity? Party of One?
I may have mentioned this before but I hate, no, not strong enough, I loathe my car. It was the most perfect, wonderful car I could have possibly received from my parents when I turned 16. However, it is betraying me.
In the past 7 days, I have put three quarts of oil in it. And it seems as though it still needs more. It only holds 4 quarts. I cannot keep oil in this car to save my life. If I could take all of the money that I have spent on oil in the past two to three years and add it all up, I could make a substantial dent in the down payment of another car. I feel as though I should get frequent flier-like miles at Auto Zone. Or Castrol. I'm keeping them in business by buying oil so repetively that I'm getting recognized at the store next door to my apartment complex. Ugh. And after what happened last time I went in there, I may never go in again, and will now have to go to the one that's much closer to the hospital. Long story, don't want to get into it.
And now, as further betrayal, there is a three foot crack in my windshield and I don't have the slightest idea how it happened. It was not there Thursday morning and Thursday evening on my way home from work, there it was. Thankfully it does not impede my line of sight. But it's only going to get worse and I really don't think my car is worth the several hundred bucks it is going to take to replace the windshield.
My car depresses the hell out of me. Mostly for the fact that I feel trapped with it for a year to come. I'm going to have to drive this car until it literally cannot go any longer. I am just ready to drive it over a cliff! But wait, there are no freaking cliffs in NW Ohio! Maybe if I let it roll into the lake I can cash in the insurance.
Every time that I get into my car, I have to fight off tears. Yes, it's that bad. I just don't know what to do. I can't afford a car. Used or otherwise. I'm barely making ends meet as it is. I can't afford another $200+ a month payment, not to mention a down payment.
Ugh. I hate this. I hate feeling like this. I hate my uterus. I hate my car. I hate the weather. I hate my mattress. I hate the laundromat.
Yes, I am well aware of the fact I'm being a bitch. At this particular moment in time, I don't rightly care one iota about it. More than likely I will feel horribly guilty about this whole damn post tomorrow morning, because I hate sounding like a bitch and a complaining, whiney little whatever.
However, in cool nerdy news, I got to see my DNA today. Seriously. And I'll get to find out tomorrow if I have specific genetic mutations. While the idea of finding out for free is cool, if I find out that I do, I know that it's going to drive me insane. Even knowing full well that even if I do have said mutations, they would have effected me by now, it will put me in a state on constant worry about future children I don't even have yet! I'm a worrier, a panicker, and all sorts of things. But, still, seeing my DNA was pretty damn cool.
Okay, I'm going to bed. Hopefully tomorrow I won't be in such a whiney mood and be less depressed about the hunk of junk that is my car.
In the past 7 days, I have put three quarts of oil in it. And it seems as though it still needs more. It only holds 4 quarts. I cannot keep oil in this car to save my life. If I could take all of the money that I have spent on oil in the past two to three years and add it all up, I could make a substantial dent in the down payment of another car. I feel as though I should get frequent flier-like miles at Auto Zone. Or Castrol. I'm keeping them in business by buying oil so repetively that I'm getting recognized at the store next door to my apartment complex. Ugh. And after what happened last time I went in there, I may never go in again, and will now have to go to the one that's much closer to the hospital. Long story, don't want to get into it.
And now, as further betrayal, there is a three foot crack in my windshield and I don't have the slightest idea how it happened. It was not there Thursday morning and Thursday evening on my way home from work, there it was. Thankfully it does not impede my line of sight. But it's only going to get worse and I really don't think my car is worth the several hundred bucks it is going to take to replace the windshield.
My car depresses the hell out of me. Mostly for the fact that I feel trapped with it for a year to come. I'm going to have to drive this car until it literally cannot go any longer. I am just ready to drive it over a cliff! But wait, there are no freaking cliffs in NW Ohio! Maybe if I let it roll into the lake I can cash in the insurance.
Every time that I get into my car, I have to fight off tears. Yes, it's that bad. I just don't know what to do. I can't afford a car. Used or otherwise. I'm barely making ends meet as it is. I can't afford another $200+ a month payment, not to mention a down payment.
Ugh. I hate this. I hate feeling like this. I hate my uterus. I hate my car. I hate the weather. I hate my mattress. I hate the laundromat.
Yes, I am well aware of the fact I'm being a bitch. At this particular moment in time, I don't rightly care one iota about it. More than likely I will feel horribly guilty about this whole damn post tomorrow morning, because I hate sounding like a bitch and a complaining, whiney little whatever.
However, in cool nerdy news, I got to see my DNA today. Seriously. And I'll get to find out tomorrow if I have specific genetic mutations. While the idea of finding out for free is cool, if I find out that I do, I know that it's going to drive me insane. Even knowing full well that even if I do have said mutations, they would have effected me by now, it will put me in a state on constant worry about future children I don't even have yet! I'm a worrier, a panicker, and all sorts of things. But, still, seeing my DNA was pretty damn cool.
Okay, I'm going to bed. Hopefully tomorrow I won't be in such a whiney mood and be less depressed about the hunk of junk that is my car.