Thursday, January 20, 2005
How Are You Today?
I tell ya, if it's not one thing it's another.
So, Maggie and I are moving out to California in about two weeks. As with any sort of road trip, I thought it would be a good idea to have my car checked out; see if it would make the trip.
Turns out, my car is really fucked up! I thought maybe a spark plug here, a belt there, some air in the tires and it would be good to go.
I get a call from the mechanic tonight telling me there is so much wrong with my car that it wouldn't make the trip. What's worse, It'll cost me about $1,000 to get it ready. They just don't make 1991 Stanzas like they used to.
So, I had to break down and call my parents for help...again. I hate not being able to support myself. Ok, so, I have been disabled and unemployed and all that for the last year, but I want to be able to do things without feeling like a child anymore. I just turned thirty this year and I still can't take care of myself. How pathetic is that?
Yes, I know, it's been a hard year on me and I should be thankful for all the help everyone's been giving me. Especially my parents who hand out the money anytime I need help. And yes, I'm very, very thankful. It just makes me feel bad. Really bad. Horribly worthless to be exact.
I can't wait to move and get a job and start being a real person again.
So, how was your day?
So, Maggie and I are moving out to California in about two weeks. As with any sort of road trip, I thought it would be a good idea to have my car checked out; see if it would make the trip.
Turns out, my car is really fucked up! I thought maybe a spark plug here, a belt there, some air in the tires and it would be good to go.
I get a call from the mechanic tonight telling me there is so much wrong with my car that it wouldn't make the trip. What's worse, It'll cost me about $1,000 to get it ready. They just don't make 1991 Stanzas like they used to.
So, I had to break down and call my parents for help...again. I hate not being able to support myself. Ok, so, I have been disabled and unemployed and all that for the last year, but I want to be able to do things without feeling like a child anymore. I just turned thirty this year and I still can't take care of myself. How pathetic is that?
Yes, I know, it's been a hard year on me and I should be thankful for all the help everyone's been giving me. Especially my parents who hand out the money anytime I need help. And yes, I'm very, very thankful. It just makes me feel bad. Really bad. Horribly worthless to be exact.
I can't wait to move and get a job and start being a real person again.
So, how was your day?
