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Today, at Urban Dictionary...
There's bad stuff happening with the car. Yesterday's flat turned into a $1000+ bill. I'm only getting part of the work done. The rest can fucking wait. Either the new O2 sensors will be enough for it to pass inspection, and I'll get it registered, and drive it as little as possible, or they won't, and it won't be registered, and I'll drive it as little as possible. Either way, I can't get the rest of it done until after December. I don't think it's even worth it to keep the car. I wish we could get a new/used car. I wish we could trade that fucker in.
Right now there's a note on the white-board at Curves that reads:
"Do you have a BIKE to donate/barter/sell for cheap? Lillian is in dire need of wheels."
How sad is that? I could, in theory, take the bus every day. The first bus gets me there at 5:58. The place opens at 6:00. It takes 5-10 minutes to get everything set up, but fuck that. These are extenuating fucking circumstances.
There's bad stuff happening with the car. Yesterday's flat turned into a $1000+ bill. I'm only getting part of the work done. The rest can fucking wait. Either the new O2 sensors will be enough for it to pass inspection, and I'll get it registered, and drive it as little as possible, or they won't, and it won't be registered, and I'll drive it as little as possible. Either way, I can't get the rest of it done until after December. I don't think it's even worth it to keep the car. I wish we could get a new/used car. I wish we could trade that fucker in.
Right now there's a note on the white-board at Curves that reads:
"Do you have a BIKE to donate/barter/sell for cheap? Lillian is in dire need of wheels."
How sad is that? I could, in theory, take the bus every day. The first bus gets me there at 5:58. The place opens at 6:00. It takes 5-10 minutes to get everything set up, but fuck that. These are extenuating fucking circumstances.