i am sick as a dog. my car is broken, and more than likely need hundreds of dollars of repairs… AGAIN. (this happened back in May, except it was thousands) i went to DC yesterday and it rained, so my first trip there ever was awful. got completely LOST in Alexandria/Fairfax. yesterday was hell, but i was with my boo, so it wasn’t too too bad.
now today i have to RUSH to shower and get ready, because i have to call a tow truck to take my car to get fixed… hopefully. and hopefully… i can get it back tomorrow. that would entirely ROCK MY WORLD. UGH. i hate grown up life sometimes. and i really hate that my dad treats me like i am 5 years old when this type of thing happens. i am allowed to say this sucks, because it does! it doesn’t mean i am trying to change anything, and it doesn’t mean i am cowarding out, what it means is that i know the situation blows donkey dick, therefore i am voicing that. god damn, i don’t need a lecture. WHATever. he pisses me off a lot lately.
okay, enough ranting, time to go shower and call a tow truck.