October 15, 2002 :: 1:27 p.m.
severe car badness
So. Last night? Evil. There is some fuck-up in my DNA that causes every automobile that comes into my possession to devlope behavioral problems. My car was running just fine a few days ago. It just had an oil chance, it had plenty of gas. But when Adam and I decided to go to Borders last night, it went kerplooey. Just as we were passing Exit 77 (Manada Hill/Hershey, in case you're interested), it sort of kicked, and then started to decelerate. Deja vu of the car variety? Yes sirree. My little Geo did that. A lot. And now I don't have it anymore because it had a cracked cylinder.
Repeat after me: Grr. But it gets worse. We put the car on the shoulder of the road and walked to a gas station. Phone calls ensued. My parents weren't home, so he called his mom. She would give us a ride home. Then I called my dad's cell phone, got ahold of them, and learned that my AAA membership was indeed still valid - I just didn't have the current card. So I called AAA and had them send a tow truck. Too bad it took them AN HOUR AND A HALF to get to us. I felt so bad. Adam's mom got there in like 20 minutes, and then were were all waiting around for the tow truck. And when it finally did get there, I locked my keys in the car. Because I am an absolute fucking moron. The driver guy was nice, though, and we got them out, and he towed my poor car out to the mechanic and Adam's mom brough us back here. Geh. I felt soooo bad. I generally dislike using multiple letters like that, but in this case it's really very necessary.
So my dad's going to call Jeff (the mechanic) today and see what's up. I need to call my doctor at some point, because I've been having serious chest pains. Not like the little ones that I've had forever... these are bad. So bad that a few seconds into them, I actually start to laugh. Not because it's funny. It fucking hurts, man. I don't know what's up with the spontaneous laughing.
Ooh! The bathroom is free. I'm off to shower. Cheers.
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