fuck mah life!
- right off the bat, sick as shit
- running late like a motherfuck for the boy’s touch-up appointment
- can’t find my damn skirt, tear apart the fucking bedroom
- the car is DEAD AS SHIT! when we get downstairs, commence freakout
- $60 out the ass just to get a jump (but seriously, thank christ for chevy roadside)
- freaking out about further car problems, perhaps
- nothing productive accomplished
seriously? why did i fucking bother with today…
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