Go fucking figure. Yup, the check engine light came on in my car today. Oh, and its been burning through oil like a bat out of hell, AND its got like 180,000 miles on it. I’m really, really, REALLY hoping its just because I was trying to get away from the creeper at the gas station who couldn’t take a fucking hint and I didn’t tighten the gas cap enough, because Lord knows I don’t have the money to even think about fixing my car and/or buying a new one.
So yea, I’m fucked beyond all reckoning if its something other than me being in a hurry and not tightening the gas cap enough.
Oh yea, creeper. Asked for my phone number like four times, even though I kept saying “I HAVE A BOYFRIEND.” Not to mention he was AT LEAST 15 years older than me, and had a bigger acne problem than my 18-year-old brother does, which is exceptionally hard to do. And it’s not like I could just leave. So I went into the manager and complained. I really, really, really hope he gets fired, and I don’t wish that on too many people.
So that whole being a better person thing is really beginning to be a challenge. All I want to do is lash out and/or cry and/or eat the entire box of fudge my mom got the other day at the fair, so I’m going to break out the bible and see what I can find to help me out today. Lord knows I need it.