Whatever shall be the third thing?
Okay, so I posted about the melty fuse yesterday. Turns out, my car is still sitting at my friend’s place…Dead. As an effing doornail. Oh yes, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead. Normally, not so much of an issue, but my job is across the city.
Fantastic
Dad’s solution, quit your job and get a new one you can walk to. I live on 33rd Street. Do you really want me walking home from a job on 33rd at night? By myself? All alone!?! Probably not.
Screw you. Stupid idea.
There’s a wrecker that has the same car as mine so we might be able to get the fuse box off it. Friend is going to check it out on Saturday.
Awesome
I’m still incredibly broke. I maxed out my Visa card buying a sheet of bus tickets so I can get to work on the weekend.
Fuck
I have good friends at school who are willing to drive me to work after classes through the week.
Yay
My boy needs to get his truck back so he can pick me up from work through the week.
*grumble*
My dog was hit by a car on Sunday. My family neglected to mention this to me until I called Mother to wish her a happy birthday this morning. Today is Wednesday. I talked to Mother, Father AND Brother yesterday.
What the hell?
His pelvis was broken and they had to put them down. Had I not called, how long do you think it would have been before they told me? Thanks guys. You’ve totally added to my great day!
My family sucks
I need a cuddle 
