Here in My Car, I sleep IN my Car, Baby, You Can Drive My Car, You Can Reach Them in your Car,
Bitchin' Camero
My car broke down again. My car is the sin that is the cancer of all people within a righteous nation. . .
The radiator overheated because it is -15 degree and the car not been 'winterized' yet.
Last night I partied in a gas station for two hours while waiting for a taxi to take me to a $30 hotel in Olathe, KS.
The car broke down again while driving on the 35 but I found a way to get the mother to shop in Lenexa, KS the next morning.
The cause of grief is a broken Thermometer and a cracked Radiator.
My uncle gave me some Mark Mothersbaugh style glasses for christmas after picking me up at the mechanic shop this afternoon.
You know, I kinda can't afford to fix my car, pay for rent, and buy christmas presents right now.
My brain feels like a car crash. I can barely focus, like, my attention span is negligent zero.
1 comment:
i'm sorry about your car, i wish it could've been in the dusty flint hills and we would've just sung ourselves hoarse or died a frozen death. but i guess i wish it wouldn't have been at all.
i keep zoning out and find myself thinking of nothing. happy holidaze!
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