jackshoegazer | (no subject)

The timing belt and the water pump on my car have committed ritual suicide. It was very depressing. They didn't even leave a note. I talked to Dr. Frankenstein and he says he can bring them back to life for a mere $350 plus the $90 towing fee. I don't have that money lying around, but I can't get to work without my animated corpse of a car. Which means another night of not working, which is nice, but seriously, I'd rather be at work than dealing with this fecal matter. My roommate, Brain, is a customer service manager for Abra Auto Body is going to make some calls and see if he can get me a deal/discount to make it more feasable. Plus I have to talk to my dad to see if he can help out in the financial department. I doubt if he can or will, I already owe him money and his wife hates me for completely ridiculous and irrational reasons, so I'm sure I'll be, as they say, "shit out of luck." Last night, I wrote a lovely poem about my recent car dilema and I post it here for your edification:

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Automotive Trouble
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My fucking car broke-
It is not a joke!
My timing belt blew,
Now I'm in a stew!

My wallet is full,
Of nothing but bull.
The mechanic's out,
Which maketh me pout!

I can't get to work.
Automotive quirk,
Provides me with stress,
This rant I digress!