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ONE love, blood, life
As if this week hadn't been disappointing enough so far, the clutch has (I think) died on my car. I had to get it towed out of a convenience store parking lot in a sketchy part of town at 12:30 a.m. to a garage that may or may not be reputable. My mom's husband thinks it could be a couple of hundred dollars to fix.
So, let's recap here: No trip, no money, no job after New Year's, no visiting Zoney in Bethlehem...and, possibly, a few MORE hundred dollars in the hole on my mother. fucking. CAR.
I'm ready for this joke called existence to be over now.
So, let's recap here: No trip, no money, no job after New Year's, no visiting Zoney in Bethlehem...and, possibly, a few MORE hundred dollars in the hole on my mother. fucking. CAR.
I'm ready for this joke called existence to be over now.