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so, alright. hands down? worst two days of my life.
+lock my keys in my car on friday at the mall. had to pay 35 dollars to get my car opened up.
+on the way home from work last night, there was a cat in the road so i dodged it and ran into a ditch. because of this, the magnetic box containing an extra set of keys below my car fell off.
+get to my friend whitney's for her birthday. mom constantly reminds me to keep my doors locked. we need cds, so i go out to my car and get cds, but leave my keys in my car. i lock my doors.
we tried ALL NIGHT, hoping to break into my car. i called a locksmith. i needed 35 dollars. grant and lauren came by and they gave me some money, but i decided to not call the guy until this morning, because i wanted to see if their neighbor could help me.
i chickened out since i didn't know the guy, and i called a locksmith. he told me that i had to be 18 or have my parent with me. what?? ridiculous, i know. so i asked the neighbor, and in no time he unlocked my doors ;]
oh well. if that wouldn't have happened, my night would have been okay. lots of shots. and i took my first shot from a shot glass while on the phone with grant! it's something to talk about.
[edit: so, little did i know having the worst fucking luck of my life was equivalent to being brain dead.]
+lock my keys in my car on friday at the mall. had to pay 35 dollars to get my car opened up.
+on the way home from work last night, there was a cat in the road so i dodged it and ran into a ditch. because of this, the magnetic box containing an extra set of keys below my car fell off.
+get to my friend whitney's for her birthday. mom constantly reminds me to keep my doors locked. we need cds, so i go out to my car and get cds, but leave my keys in my car. i lock my doors.
we tried ALL NIGHT, hoping to break into my car. i called a locksmith. i needed 35 dollars. grant and lauren came by and they gave me some money, but i decided to not call the guy until this morning, because i wanted to see if their neighbor could help me.
i chickened out since i didn't know the guy, and i called a locksmith. he told me that i had to be 18 or have my parent with me. what?? ridiculous, i know. so i asked the neighbor, and in no time he unlocked my doors ;]
oh well. if that wouldn't have happened, my night would have been okay. lots of shots. and i took my first shot from a shot glass while on the phone with grant! it's something to talk about.
[edit: so, little did i know having the worst fucking luck of my life was equivalent to being brain dead.]