Craptacular Day.

Got a flat tire at Walmart.  You should see the size of the fucking nail in my tire.  I tried to change the damn thing myself, but I couldn’t get the spare out to get to the jack or the tire iron.  Stupid ass spare. Come to find out later when Dad got there the mother fucking spare was flat.  Even if I had of been able to get anything done it would have been pointless.

My phone was dead and I didn’t have a single bit of change in my purse.  Got to collect call Evil and aggravate her.  Dad got held at work for an extra 30 mins so he didn’t even know to rescue me until I’d been stuck in Walmart Hell for two hours.  Evil came to rescue me, but drove around the parking lot and never saw me or the car so she left and went back home.  Good damn thing I was at Walmart and not on the side of the road.  Grrrr. 

Dad finaly got the piece of shit changed and I went home.  He tells me that its gonna drive weird since its a doughnut and not a full size tire.  Yippee.  Yep, drives like a bitch all the way home jerking and pulling me into every single pot hole in Mesquite.  Stupid car.  Stupid tire.  Stupid doughnut.

Got home and I was to tired and upset to even make dinner.  Glad I went to get groceries since we ended up nuking leftovers any fucking way.

Stupid car.

Mandy

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