Fucking Cars anyways!
Oct. 17th, 2006 10:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ellcrys70So, I'm going from my son's school, where I do our school's laminating, back to my school, and my car refuses to start. Not a grind, a click or anything. Just.....blah!
Let me tell you a little about my car. It's a lemon. Basically that's all you need to know. My mother had it break down on her from the time she bought it new, until she gave it to me. I appreciate it, don't get me wrong. My fucker ex had left me with no car and much debt, so a car from my Mom was great. And it's not an ugly car, it's a Taurus, and it's nice inside. It just fucking hates people!
It has a brand new battery, new radiator, and so many other replaced parts that it strains the memory. It just hates people and I'm hating it right back.
I can't afford a new car, nor can I not have a car. Fuck me.
And last night I had such fucked-up dreams, probably due to the grease laden supper I ate, that I had to actually take a tranquilizer to get through my morning. I was that disturbed by the whole business.
And the dreams themselves weren't that bad. I mean, they were scary when I was dreaming them, but once I was awake, I was just like, "What the fuck was that?"
So, I'm frustrated and angry and tired.
Just want to fucking scream and cry, but that's not too cool, so I guess I'll have a bath, then go to bed.
Tomorrow I'll borrow Christine's car, and find out what the fuck's wrong with mine. Fuck.
Let me tell you a little about my car. It's a lemon. Basically that's all you need to know. My mother had it break down on her from the time she bought it new, until she gave it to me. I appreciate it, don't get me wrong. My fucker ex had left me with no car and much debt, so a car from my Mom was great. And it's not an ugly car, it's a Taurus, and it's nice inside. It just fucking hates people!
It has a brand new battery, new radiator, and so many other replaced parts that it strains the memory. It just hates people and I'm hating it right back.
I can't afford a new car, nor can I not have a car. Fuck me.
And last night I had such fucked-up dreams, probably due to the grease laden supper I ate, that I had to actually take a tranquilizer to get through my morning. I was that disturbed by the whole business.
And the dreams themselves weren't that bad. I mean, they were scary when I was dreaming them, but once I was awake, I was just like, "What the fuck was that?"
So, I'm frustrated and angry and tired.
Just want to fucking scream and cry, but that's not too cool, so I guess I'll have a bath, then go to bed.
Tomorrow I'll borrow Christine's car, and find out what the fuck's wrong with mine. Fuck.
