mrmuller

Hooray, no more bear.

Well get rid of the bear, and my car went along with him. Yup, just WONDERFUL, my car was stolen last night/morning. That's the third time mine or my parents cars have been stolen since I was born. Now I'm sitting here wondering what the hell I'm going to do. They won't find it. If they do, it'll be trashed.

So now I gotta tell the insurance company about the original Picasso that was in my trunk, and the two loaves of bread. Baring that, I'll get maybe a thousand or two from them, and how on earth am I going to get a working car for that? HA!

Now I'm sick and tired, and dizzy like I always am, and I'm probably not going to be able to get any more sleep. My nerves are shot like usual. I'll probably just lie away thinking about how I'm going to get to work/school/everywhere else.

*sigh* Figures, things just weren't bad enough, they always have to get worse.

And of course I forgot that I can't afford "fire and theft", so no money for me. Thank God for my selfless mother, she's going to help me get a used car, as soon as they get a fairly decent black one at my Dodge dealer. God life sucks so, so hard. Hard. Harder than hard.

Update: I always get stuck staying up super late watching The X-Files on TNT. Oh why do they have to play six episodes in a row twice a week? I mean to go to bed, but I can't turn the TV off.