Sometimes I really do hate life. I got up and was all about going to the gym today. I need to go to the gym today. I didn’t go Wednesday. So I get all ready and I got all my shit together and then I can’t find my keys. Luckily I have a backup set so I grabbed those so I could get to the gym before it gets real busy. I sit down in my car and there are my keys. In the motherfucking car! Not only did I leave my keys in the car, in the ignition, but they ran my goddamn battery down! So now I’m stuck at home until my mom gets back from work. She will not be happy about this.
She hates my car. She doesn’t trust it like I do. She’s dead sure it will break down if its brought more than 20 miles from home. Little does she know I drove the whole 60 something miles to the city the other day. It ran fine. We actually got in a big arguement about it last night which is what makes this all even more embarrassing and horrible. See I told her I didn’t want to fly down to florida, I want to drive. It makes more sense. Instead of packing all my stuff up and having it mailed to me, which would be super expensive, I could simply pack it all up and drive it down there with me. She didn’t want to hear about it. I will drive that car where I want. It will make it. Unfortunately now I have to ask her to jump my car, which she will rub in my face. I can hear her now, ” Oh the battery is dead? Wow, and you wanted to drive this piece of shit all the way to florida.” Goddamn it will take everything in me not to choke her out after she says that. It was my fault the battery died because apparently I am a complete fucktard and I can’t remember to take my keys out when I get home, its not the cars fault. The car is fine, I am not.
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