babble
Wednesday, January 07, 2004
Look right through me:
You know what? I love it when my car has electrical problems and even though it's under warranty and I made an appointment at the dealership a whole buttload of people just took their cars in at the same time I did, without appointments, and got to go ahead of me. I also love it when the "service advisor" tells me that my car will be ready later that day so I hang out in Pasadena for most of the day trying to get some work done but the service advisor doesn't call and then when I go back over to the dealership he tells me that not only has my car not even been fucking looked at, but it probably wouldn't be looked at until the very end of the day and therefore wouldn't be ready until at least the next afternoon.
You know what else? I love it when I think that everything is going really well and I'm really excited about someone and then something changes and they start acting distant and uninterested. I also love it when I get even more excited about someone else after I finally abort the mission with the other person and though everything seems promising at first, the resulting physical encounter is so depressing that it makes me want to swear off sex forever.
I love it when I have such a hard time sleeping that I am exhausted by mid-morning every day and have to talk on the phone (with a headset, of course, both hands on the wheel, so save the hate mail) the entire drive home from work so that I don't fucking fall asleep.
I especially love it when all of the things above combined put me in such a bad mood that I write grossly self-pitying posts like this one.
America for Sale is amazing. Go read it. Now.
babbled by Kat @ 11:14:00 AM |
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