Phone, Cars, and Germans
Did I even say how demanding Gesa ever was. Holy Shit! I mean I love her. But sorry I’m sicker than a dog and I cant run all over gods green earth for ya. I swear that’s all she ever wants me for is to run her places. “Rachel take me to the mall, Rachel take me to a party” and blah blah blah blah blah. Frankly I don’t really like driving anywhere unless its for my well being, or for Grant. I know it sounds selfish, but I cant do it all. I don’t have a car right now. Every time I borrow my moms truck she bitches to ME about it, not Gesa, who is really in need of a friggen ride.
Well anyways, I called like 80 different places for Grant today, about his truck. Some mechanics are such poo poo heads. Well I have to call some more to try and find a decent price for him to get his truck fixed. Cause he doesn’t need to spend a bunch of money he doesn’t have to on his car. That’s just dumb.