The Backburner Has Burst Into Flames
Holy drama day...
My car is sick...shocker
My dad thought he could repair it himself...shocker
The car is now completely useless and torn apart...shocker
I have no car, and it won't even get worked on until sometime Wednesday...of course
So, again, I have to resolve to driving my father's Lumina, with the unadjustable seats, meaning me leaning all the way forward on the edge of the seat, looking like an old woman. And it also means, learning to tolerate the radio again...I'll more than likely be listening to that classical FM station. I really don't like my car right about now, we can barely afford to have it repaired, and I'm getting sick and tired of listening to "how I've become such an inconvenience to my family's income and savings". My car was crafted by the devil, I'm certain of this...when it runs and drives well, it is a dream to own, but when it's not, it is a goddamn nightmare. whatever.
There have been a lot of things that have recently been tearing me down inside. Like the fact, that there are people that I have known in my life and have been brazen enough to call them my "friends", that have lately been acting like I'm dead and long gone. I can handle being told that I'm not someone's friend anymore, I can handle being told that "I've crossed the line somewhere along the road", but I get extremely hurt and upset when I attempt to reconnect with a person and get no acknowledgment for no reason that I find apparent. whatever.
No trip to the Medical Examiner's for me this week, it looks like, not until I fax a huge "sell yourself" essay to the Chief ME. Something about there being a new security issue in the after-wake of 9/11, that " not just anybody can walk around in a facility such as this". I hate selling myself, I don't have the arrogance required to sell myself, nor the self-confidence. whatever.
But I suppose these things happen...
My car is sick...shocker
My dad thought he could repair it himself...shocker
The car is now completely useless and torn apart...shocker
I have no car, and it won't even get worked on until sometime Wednesday...of course
So, again, I have to resolve to driving my father's Lumina, with the unadjustable seats, meaning me leaning all the way forward on the edge of the seat, looking like an old woman. And it also means, learning to tolerate the radio again...I'll more than likely be listening to that classical FM station. I really don't like my car right about now, we can barely afford to have it repaired, and I'm getting sick and tired of listening to "how I've become such an inconvenience to my family's income and savings". My car was crafted by the devil, I'm certain of this...when it runs and drives well, it is a dream to own, but when it's not, it is a goddamn nightmare. whatever.
There have been a lot of things that have recently been tearing me down inside. Like the fact, that there are people that I have known in my life and have been brazen enough to call them my "friends", that have lately been acting like I'm dead and long gone. I can handle being told that I'm not someone's friend anymore, I can handle being told that "I've crossed the line somewhere along the road", but I get extremely hurt and upset when I attempt to reconnect with a person and get no acknowledgment for no reason that I find apparent. whatever.
No trip to the Medical Examiner's for me this week, it looks like, not until I fax a huge "sell yourself" essay to the Chief ME. Something about there being a new security issue in the after-wake of 9/11, that " not just anybody can walk around in a facility such as this". I hate selling myself, I don't have the arrogance required to sell myself, nor the self-confidence. whatever.
But I suppose these things happen...