So, I ended up writing a really bitchy post on the scooter board about the whole mirror thing, which I feel I can genuinely blame on my hormones because (tmi warning) I had just gone back on BC after being off for a month. Obviously got a really bitchy response from the girl. Also got one snarky comment about how I should support my local scooter store and stop looking for handouts (Hellloooooo, I said I would pay for them, and I've probably spent more time and $ at the scooter shop in the last 6 months than is healthy for one person), which was defended by a friend of mine. Got three emails, one phone call, and one in-person conversation from girlfriends of mine saying they thought I was right. Wrote an apology anyway, because I knew it would make me feel better. The guy who wrote the snarky comment said he thought it was really big of me to apologize, and actually offered me some mirrors himself. Another guy who I don't know said "You might be surprised, but I think you'll find that a lot of us actually sympathize with you." So why is it that the ONE person (who I don't. even. like. in the first place because he's a pretentious dick and is OBfuckingSESSED with the fact that he's from Chicago but has never actually felt the need to engage in a conversation with me about the fcat that I happen to be from Chicago, too) who said "Actually, I don't sympathize, I think you sounded like a crybaby," is making me feel like shit?
pleh.
In other news, I love you all.
pleh.
In other news, I love you all.
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yeah, my parents believed that if they gave me a car, or helped me pay for one, or cosigned, that it would instantly turn me into a spoiled brat. so i skipped over the junker teenage car, and went directly to the grownup car. i'm kinda happy with that.