Damn Brakes…

GRRR, so my morning has officially gone to hell. Not in a handbasket… oh no, not that nicely! It went there by hijacking my car and going on a joy ride and destroying my fricking breaks. I have no breaks, just rotors that grind and sing songs of death and horror. I was going to test my luck and wait until Friday to get them fixed since I have the day off. Instead, I decided not to see if I could die on the 60 miles home and get them fixed today. God only knows how much they’ll cost. And since my stinkin bank is having computer problems, who knows if I’ll even have access to my account to pay them!!!

I am so mad. All I was doing was minding my own business, and my damn assed brakes had to fail as I got of the freeway. That is the second time it’s happened to me. I love my car, it’s been with me for about 4 years now, and it’s been a good little baby. It has over 150,000 miles and is holding up well, except for brakes. Which are just a teensy bit important. This will

Oh well, I’m glad there is a place across the street to fix them, with a AAA certification. That eases my mind a little bit. ahhh, the guy just called. Now I’m out about 300 bucks. OH well….grumble grumble grumble…. damn brakes….