Well, so Nelok and I broke up and that's why I'm moving. I've been seeing someone else and it's going well. Just thought I should say that even though it happened a while ago. We're still living together but it's been okay lately.
I've been having so much trouble with my car over this past year. Alternator, battery, smashed window, water pump, strut assembly, stabilizing bar--I've basically replaced every part in the goddamn car. So I get the car back Friday after some more work was done on it and notice that my clock doesn't display the time. Oh well, it was fading anyway. I try to put in a cd-- doesn't load. I try to turn on the radio--MY RADIO/CD THING DOESN'T WORK. How the fuck does someone DRIVE without MUSIC?! It's just one thing after another with this piece of shit car. Someone will have to die for this. The only way I'll feel better is if someone's life is sacrificed for my radio. Oh, wait, that won't make me feel better because it'll still be QUIET. And it'll be that much more silent with one less person on the earth. And maybe that person MADE MUSIC that I CAN'T listen to.
Not to mention every time I press or release the brake the shifter guy makes this "click." It's so fucking annoying. So I'll have to listen to fucking clicking everywhere I go. So there'll be no music and a CLICKING.
Other than that, my weekend was great. New boy and I watched the Royal Tenenbaums and Cecil B. Demented. I had seen them, but needed to show them to him. So, so good!
Word of the day: epistaxis
I've been having so much trouble with my car over this past year. Alternator, battery, smashed window, water pump, strut assembly, stabilizing bar--I've basically replaced every part in the goddamn car. So I get the car back Friday after some more work was done on it and notice that my clock doesn't display the time. Oh well, it was fading anyway. I try to put in a cd-- doesn't load. I try to turn on the radio--MY RADIO/CD THING DOESN'T WORK. How the fuck does someone DRIVE without MUSIC?! It's just one thing after another with this piece of shit car. Someone will have to die for this. The only way I'll feel better is if someone's life is sacrificed for my radio. Oh, wait, that won't make me feel better because it'll still be QUIET. And it'll be that much more silent with one less person on the earth. And maybe that person MADE MUSIC that I CAN'T listen to.
Not to mention every time I press or release the brake the shifter guy makes this "click." It's so fucking annoying. So I'll have to listen to fucking clicking everywhere I go. So there'll be no music and a CLICKING.
Other than that, my weekend was great. New boy and I watched the Royal Tenenbaums and Cecil B. Demented. I had seen them, but needed to show them to him. So, so good!
Word of the day: epistaxis
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