wren

So.

Yesterday I was on my way home from work. I turned the corner up the street from my place and my car stopped and jerked and there was a thud. And my car wouldn't go.

I called home and told devilducky that my car was broken, could he come and rescue me? Because there were dumbasses stopped behind me and honking (you HONK at a car with its hazards on? Seriously?) and driving around me on the sidewalk and I had NO IDEA WHAT TO DO.

So he walked up the street and told me that my ball joint was broken, that we were going to have to call a tow truck. My wheels were turned in opposite directions and everything. Ugh.

So a tow truck was called and my broken car was towed to our complex parking lot, where it now sits, my '95 Paperweight that I'm going to have to feed three hundred dollars to before it offically becomes a Car again. FUCK YOU, CAR.

I miss my blue beast. I drove it home last time I went to WI and it was spitting transmission fluid as if it were deadly, deadly poison. So now my little brother is going to drive it (it has body damage and the repair on it will probably cost about two hundred bucks or so) and my mother sent me home with her car. Too wierd. I don't like being given huge stuff like that.

I was pretty depressed this weekend. I've been thinking about my dad a lot. Plus, I had food poisoning or some shit on Sunday. My stomach was still a bit upset yesterday, so basically all I ate was a giant bottle of Naked juice and half a tube of Saltines. Ugh. Today will be better.

I don't have too much else to share with you guys right now.