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I'm in one of *those* moods. Just great. Very not happy at the moment. My parents just reemed me out about wanting to buy a new car. So guess it's not gonna happen. Maybe I'll get lucky and some asshole will run a redlight and total my car. Knowing my luck though, it'll be some uninsured jackass, and I'll be paralized for the rest of my life. *frustrated growl* Goddammit this sucks. Especially since my argument was the same as Rumfeld's. "I don't know where, I don't know when, but something bad is going to happen" to my car. Not quite enough to convince the 'rents. And dammit, they have to be so smug about it. Infuriating.
And then my stupid eyes. I had to put the damn phonebook 3 inches from my face and squint to read the number for Rudy's. I so don't want to get glasses. Fucking A.
Our "new" dog broke his hip. Poor thing. Won't move or eat or anything. Poor Oscar.
God I just want to smash something right now. I can't go to Grace and Vive's next week because I'm afraid my car will crap out. I can't buy a new car because my parents are against it and won't help me. Well, I guess there's no reason to save my money now. I'll buy Angel S2 on my way to work then. Or maybe Big Fish. I need something to make me bawl right now. If I don't cry I'll kill someone. Humm...funny, that.
Eh well. Time to get ready to go to the job I hate to make money I need for a school I don't care about anymore to be something that will take me another 10 years to achieve. Maybe then I'll be able to buy a car. Probly not. Then I can come home and go to bed and get up tomorrow and do the same thing. And again and again for the next 7 weeks (I counted). Then I can go back to Barat, where I'll be happy for a few weeks, and then miserable for another 9 months. Yay me! Stupid lottery dreams getting my hopes up. I need to stab myself in the eyeball. That will teach me to dream. Bastard brain.
Yeah, like I said. One of *those* moods. *sigh*. Work should be fun. A bunch of spoiled whiney 16 year old kids that don't quite know the meaning of the words "work" or "job".
And then my stupid eyes. I had to put the damn phonebook 3 inches from my face and squint to read the number for Rudy's. I so don't want to get glasses. Fucking A.
Our "new" dog broke his hip. Poor thing. Won't move or eat or anything. Poor Oscar.
God I just want to smash something right now. I can't go to Grace and Vive's next week because I'm afraid my car will crap out. I can't buy a new car because my parents are against it and won't help me. Well, I guess there's no reason to save my money now. I'll buy Angel S2 on my way to work then. Or maybe Big Fish. I need something to make me bawl right now. If I don't cry I'll kill someone. Humm...funny, that.
Eh well. Time to get ready to go to the job I hate to make money I need for a school I don't care about anymore to be something that will take me another 10 years to achieve. Maybe then I'll be able to buy a car. Probly not. Then I can come home and go to bed and get up tomorrow and do the same thing. And again and again for the next 7 weeks (I counted). Then I can go back to Barat, where I'll be happy for a few weeks, and then miserable for another 9 months. Yay me! Stupid lottery dreams getting my hopes up. I need to stab myself in the eyeball. That will teach me to dream. Bastard brain.
Yeah, like I said. One of *those* moods. *sigh*. Work should be fun. A bunch of spoiled whiney 16 year old kids that don't quite know the meaning of the words "work" or "job".
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But yeah, sorry that things suck right now. :(
I swear this is the summer for suckage.
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