My car is a paperweight.
Frustration doesn't even remotely begin to cover it.
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My car is a paperweight.
Frustration doesn't even remotely begin to cover it.
Sweetie, what happened?
Oh, Sean, that sucks.
The clutch won't engage, or the transmission is shot, or something. I rolled down Highland until I rolled to a stop on Franklin, and sat there trying to push it off the road, not getting it to move much, and screaming in rage and frustration, until two very nice men stopped and helped me push it off the street.
Unfortunately, it's on a permit street that's not my permit, and I already have a bunch of unpaid tickets, so it's very quickly going to get booted and towed, because I have absolutley no money, because my temp assignments keep letting me go with no warning, and I already needed about $2,000 in the next two weeks for rent, and very overdue bills, and taxes, and I'm so far beyond fucked, with absolutely no way of getting any money at all.
I just want to fucking smash fucking everything.
Oh, fuck, Sean. I've been right about exactly there, and you have all the sympathy in the world.
Oh, shit, Sean. That is just the worst.
I'm sorry, Sean.
Wow. April 1 hits, everyone goes "bampf!" and vanishes...
Oh! Alex, Happy Birthday.
In other fairly happy news, I got my first substitute teaching gig today (Special Ed. Fortunately, the aide knew what was going on, as it was all very last minute, and I had no idea), and another lined up for Monday, which, if this continues, means that I can continue not getting another part-time job which would significantly impede my really long weekend get-aways.
That's great, Debet. I hope you keep getting gigs.
I am very full, having just eaten a very nummy roasted pork sandwich. I couldn't even eat dessert there, so I had to bring it home for later.