I fucking love being in debt
Friday on the way to our show at Croc rock my windshield got pelted with a rock on the highway, creating a nice circular 1-inch dent. So already I'm pissed off when I get there, because the last thing I need in my financial situation is to pay for a new windshield. The show itself pretty much sucked, at least, I think I sucked. The rest of the band was decent. And since it's Allentown, I was inside during the whole show worried my car was getting jacked because the passenger door lock only works whenever the fuck it decides to...
Now today, it was reasonably warm out but I'm concious of my gas guzzling SUV, so instead of turning on the air conditioner, I put the windows down. Only to realize an hour later that the passenger window decided to follow suit with the lock, and now it's stuck in the down position. And of course, it hasn't rained in 3 days, but it sure as fuck would have to rain tonight. So I end up standing in the middle of the rain, thunder, and lightning (at least it wasn't pouring) taping a fucking trash bag over the hole where my window glass should be, thinking to myself, "Add another couple hundred bucks to my debt, what the fuck ever. It doesn't matter. It's not like I don't have student loans or credit cards or insurance payments to worry about already."
Sorry, I know I sound like a fucking bitch, and yes, I am. I'm just wondering how long it's gonna be before I get dealt a winning hand for once.