Well, if I wasnt broke enough already, my car decided to hate me today.
Actually, today was 100% fucked.
Went to my parents house to put brakes on the car, easy job, pathetically easy job. I could do this in my sleep. But, of course, something has to go wrong. All the friggin bolts are stuck. Not just stuck. There is no adjective for how stuck these bolts are. All I had to do was swap out rotors and brake pads, but noooooooooooooooo. Friggin car had to be argumentative. So, after a good while of screwing around with these damn bolts, on possibly the EASIEST brake system I have EVER seen, I get right fed up and pissed, and decide to take it to the shop. I figured those assholes might have used an air wrench on the damn thing, and it was overtorqued.
But, even this cant be easy. All I did to the car was take the left wheel off, and remove the wheel covers. That's IT. And even though the brakes needed replacing, other than that, everything was fine heading to my folks house. So, of course, since I didnt even touch the right side of the car, the right side brakes went all to shit when the car was sitting still, with only the left side jacked up. I changed NOTHING AT ALL. But now, the car was shaking all over the road, the right side brakes were squealing like mad, and it was a realtively unnerving trip just getting home.
But, this is where the story gets even more fun. Because of course, more bullshit has to happen.
The damn road heading home was blocked off both ways. No other way into my apartment complex. And of course, the cop had to give me shit. I finally talk my way past him to get home, and my apartment complex is surrounded by fire trucks and cop cars.
Great.
Nothing going down at the complex, I call up my friend to follow me to the mechanic. The cop that let me through to get home wouldnt let him through. So I get cleaned up, and head out to go meet him so he can follow me. A dude stops me outside, and tells me... THERE WAS A DAMN BOMB THREAT AT THE POLICE STATION. Right beside my complex.
There was a news chopper flying overhead, and all kinds of other chaos going on. Fuck it, I hit the road anyway. Squeeze my broken down ass car past the cops to go meet my friend, and haul ass down a dirt road with no brakes on a car thats shaking to peices.
Getting to the shop was horrid. The car was getting progressively worse on the way there. I still have no idea why it spontaneously fucked up when nothing happened. Needs a ton of brake work done now. Not a whole lot of cash in and of its own, estimated $250.00 for everything. Leaving it overnight was no biggie, but, the problem is...
$404.00 in the bank.
-$250 for car repair
-$97.00 for insurance
-$45.00 for power bill
-$100.00 for credit card payments
-$55.00 for cell phone
-$600.00 for rent.
=fucked
Got another paycheck coming, but this could get ugly. I think I can pull it off, with the paycheck, Kris's share of the rent, and what my friend owes me, but it's gonna be close.
Actually, today was 100% fucked.
Went to my parents house to put brakes on the car, easy job, pathetically easy job. I could do this in my sleep. But, of course, something has to go wrong. All the friggin bolts are stuck. Not just stuck. There is no adjective for how stuck these bolts are. All I had to do was swap out rotors and brake pads, but noooooooooooooooo. Friggin car had to be argumentative. So, after a good while of screwing around with these damn bolts, on possibly the EASIEST brake system I have EVER seen, I get right fed up and pissed, and decide to take it to the shop. I figured those assholes might have used an air wrench on the damn thing, and it was overtorqued.
But, even this cant be easy. All I did to the car was take the left wheel off, and remove the wheel covers. That's IT. And even though the brakes needed replacing, other than that, everything was fine heading to my folks house. So, of course, since I didnt even touch the right side of the car, the right side brakes went all to shit when the car was sitting still, with only the left side jacked up. I changed NOTHING AT ALL. But now, the car was shaking all over the road, the right side brakes were squealing like mad, and it was a realtively unnerving trip just getting home.
But, this is where the story gets even more fun. Because of course, more bullshit has to happen.
The damn road heading home was blocked off both ways. No other way into my apartment complex. And of course, the cop had to give me shit. I finally talk my way past him to get home, and my apartment complex is surrounded by fire trucks and cop cars.
Great.
Nothing going down at the complex, I call up my friend to follow me to the mechanic. The cop that let me through to get home wouldnt let him through. So I get cleaned up, and head out to go meet him so he can follow me. A dude stops me outside, and tells me... THERE WAS A DAMN BOMB THREAT AT THE POLICE STATION. Right beside my complex.
There was a news chopper flying overhead, and all kinds of other chaos going on. Fuck it, I hit the road anyway. Squeeze my broken down ass car past the cops to go meet my friend, and haul ass down a dirt road with no brakes on a car thats shaking to peices.
Getting to the shop was horrid. The car was getting progressively worse on the way there. I still have no idea why it spontaneously fucked up when nothing happened. Needs a ton of brake work done now. Not a whole lot of cash in and of its own, estimated $250.00 for everything. Leaving it overnight was no biggie, but, the problem is...
$404.00 in the bank.
-$250 for car repair
-$97.00 for insurance
-$45.00 for power bill
-$100.00 for credit card payments
-$55.00 for cell phone
-$600.00 for rent.
=fucked
Got another paycheck coming, but this could get ugly. I think I can pull it off, with the paycheck, Kris's share of the rent, and what my friend owes me, but it's gonna be close.
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decayofbeauty:
will you be my q-ball? 
shayne:
sorry about your car... that's some rotten luck. you'll pull it off to be sure. 