I’m sure you’re wondering why my favorite sound is a 2001 Toyota Corolla. Well, it’s the sound I hear 5 nights a week when Joe is pulling into the driveway of our home from a long day at work. Its followed by the sound of our gate opening and closing, then him coming through the front door, and finally our bedroom door just before he says “Hi baby. Come give me a smooch.”
So yea, my favorite sound is a 2001 Toyota Corolla.
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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.
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