phoolsfire

this weekend was bad. not a good idea. the party i was supposed to go to on friday was wayyy out in the country, so the guy gives me directions and says i can call if i get lost. so an hour latter i figure its time to call so i do, no answer, so i drive around some more in extreamly dark country, in the rain, in a holloween costume, mind you, to no avail. i turn down every way to try to find this place and i can't so an i get stuck in the mud for a good half an hour, then i drive 30 minutes back into town to stop at hickville gas station, and i guess my costume was a little too frightening,(i went as a hindu godess?) cause noone will talk to me, except the guy picking through the trash. so i go go home and the directions guy finally calls me back as i pull into my driveway. i tell him piss off i'm drinkin alone tonight.
then i take my car in on saturday cause it wasn't done last weekend. and a 2hour job turns into a 7hour job and i am pissed
worst weekend ever. i aint doin shit today.
baad baaaaad baaaaad shity weekend arrgh