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Flirting with Disaster

Yeah, I've been pretty much poking fun at The Big Guy lately, I'll admit. Whoever's in charge up there must not be watching me very well. By my last...disastrous post, you'll know that I'm on the express line to Hell at this point. I'm a rebel. =)

Today I played bumper cars with my Volvo, Viv. I just didn't stop in time...and CRASH. No harm done, only a few scratches. When you're actually in the car and you SLAM forward and it feels like you're seriously playing bumper cars, then it seems dramatic. And it REALLY, REALLY sucks when ALL your friends drive past you. OHHHHHHMYGOD it sucks so bad. But I'm fine. And my dad wasn't very angry, because I was freaking upset and bawling and shaken up. My poor Viv. I feel bad for her the most, I'm such a bad mommy. (For those of you that don't follow, Viv is my car. My car is my baby.)

That among other things, and today was kind of a shitty day. Shit, fuck damnit GAHHHH! Ugh.

And lately I've been just tempting the Fates to kill me...we just had a Nor'easter complete with ice, snow, and wind--and I wore my coat about...once. I keep going out in hoodies and t-shirts because I really can't wait for spring to get here. I feel like I need to put away my coat, break out the tank-tops...I dunno. But I DO know that if ANYONE (of Higher Power, that is) is paying ANY attention, I should have fucking pneumonia by now. I'm never this freakin' lucky. (In health, that is. Matters of driving is another story.)

Don't even talk to me about Valentine's Day. My dad sent me to the store to buy my mother's gifts. The only thing I GOT was a happy bunny card from my MOTHER that says:

Outside: 2 HOT 2B 4 GOT

Inside: & U R OK 2
Happy Valentine's Day. Love + Kisses, Mom & Dad XXOO

MY LIFE HAS REACHED THE EPITOME OF MEDIOCRITY!!

Comments

C. said…
There are worse things to reach the epitome of, though, are there not? You could have reached the epitome of shittiness, for example. Or you could actually have gotten pneumonia.
Alex said…
oooh... epitome.... nice vocab word...!!

:D

just think positive, my loverly!
Snookums said…
My friend asked me if I had a happy singleness awareness day. Apparently, that's what the kids call it today.

Tell Viv I hope her a swift recovery.

Lovin' the blog.
Keep at it! =)

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