so, that little ‘problem’ with my car this morning? something to do with the fuel injector.

guess how FUCKING GODDAMNED MUCH THIS GODDAMNED PIECE OF SHIT CAR IS GOING TO RUN ME TO FIX!?

Something around a whopping goddamned hilted gold filigreed bling bling shiny shiny ONE THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS. THat’s goddamned right, $1100!!! THAT’S ELEVEN HUNDRED FUCKING DOLLARS FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO COUNT THAT WAY!!!

fucking goddamn it. So I tell my dad that if its over $500, just to tell them to stuff it, I’ll buy a $500 car that runs. Too fucking goddamned late. He’s already told them to fix it. A life of fucking indentured servititude to my parents coming up because of a car I use maybe twice a week now needed to get fixed. Fucking goddamned A. At least THEY can pay for it with their credit cards, and put it on my already sizeable tab that I owe them. FUCK. FUCKITY FUCKITY FUCK.

I should have told him to just let it rot. I’ve got my fucking bike. Holy fucking living shit.

are stupid. Mine is not running. I am relatively certain it isn’t the battery, as it was kind of odd and died on me in the parking lot last night. This morning, it won’t start. it rolls over, fires a couple of times, and then promptly dies.

is going on the fritz AGAIN. this time its the hard drive, with bad sectors. I’ve been sitting here the last half an hour trying to get the damned thing to get through scanning the disk surface. There just aren’t enough swear words in the english language to get me through times like this. I had planned to finish my letter of intent this evening, prepare a couple of emails, and clean up some old files on the stupid thing, but now, can’t do it.

goddamned computers.