Dear Universe,
What did I ever do to you? I'm a nice person for the most part. I say "please" and "thank you." I work hard and I don't take many sick days. Why do you hate me so? Why would you take all my money last paycheck to fix my stupid car only to have her break down again this paycheck? Is this a test? Is it a joke? Am I on Candid Camera? Stop, please. I can't take much more of this.
Sincerely,
Laurie Ann
Yeah, so freakin' Jamie decided it was a good idea to blow a cylinder as I was round the top deck of the parking are downtown for Art Walk. Fortunately, she's parked in a lot that caters to long term overnight parking. Unfortunately, this means I'll have to call AAA, get her towed to Van Nuys, pay more money to fix her and quit frankly I'm just sick of it all. I'm tired of fixing that damn car. I need a new car. But I can't get one.
I'm going to cry now. Talk amongst yourselves.
1 comment:
I feel your pain.
Our old cars were always breaking down and costing money every month without fail.
Grr @ Jamie!
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