This icon accurately describes my mood.
To wit, my car:
1) Has its right-rear tail-light and blinker out (just kinda died a few weeks ago)
2) Has no operable gas gauge, temperature gauge, spedomter, or RPM-meter (over the course of the past year, they just kinda faded out and eventually stopped working entirely)
3) Has rips and holes in the bumper and a dented hood from the accident it had inflicted upon it this weekend.
4) OH, AND THIS IS A NEW ONE, AS OF AN HOUR AGO: Has the donut on the right front wheel from where I CRACKED MY RIM by running over a BRICK THAT WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING ROAD.
A BRICK.
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD!
Bricks are for BUILDINGS. The middle of a highway is NOT.
But there it was.
I'm getting a new rim either tomorrow or Saturday.
$160.
FOR A FUCKING RIM! It better be made out of cocaine for 160 G.D. dollars.
My poor car. I just want to hug it. It's having a hard life.
I'm kinda over spending money.
1) Has its right-rear tail-light and blinker out (just kinda died a few weeks ago)
2) Has no operable gas gauge, temperature gauge, spedomter, or RPM-meter (over the course of the past year, they just kinda faded out and eventually stopped working entirely)
3) Has rips and holes in the bumper and a dented hood from the accident it had inflicted upon it this weekend.
4) OH, AND THIS IS A NEW ONE, AS OF AN HOUR AGO: Has the donut on the right front wheel from where I CRACKED MY RIM by running over a BRICK THAT WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING ROAD.
A BRICK.
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD!
Bricks are for BUILDINGS. The middle of a highway is NOT.
But there it was.
I'm getting a new rim either tomorrow or Saturday.
$160.
FOR A FUCKING RIM! It better be made out of cocaine for 160 G.D. dollars.
My poor car. I just want to hug it. It's having a hard life.
I'm kinda over spending money.