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Sub-subject: MY FUCKING LIFE SUCKS


The final that I'm supposed to be in started 6 minutes ago. My fucking car wouldn't start. My fucking car wouldn't fucking start so I could fucking get to my fucking french final and I am so fucking pissed off and so fucking upset right now that I have almost gotten to the point of fucking making myself fucking physically sick.

How do you like them apples?

I spent ten minutes frantically calling EVERYONE I knew. And their parents (or respective homes). I got a hold of ONE person. One fucking person actually answered their fucking phone. And it was Candace's dad.

Fuck. We all have fucking cell phones because with live in a fucking community that feels that every man, woman and child should have one...AND NO ONE TURNS THEM THE FUCK ON!!!

So I come back inside from the freezing cold where I have been trying to get the fucking engine to turn while dialing every number I can in my cell. It's 12:15 and there would be no way that I could get there even if I got a hold of someone. So I call mommy at work, just to tell her. She's on her lunch break, so I talk to her voice mail and basically breakdown. I don't know if she'll be able to hear what I was saying, I was crying so hard.

So at 12:20 when the final is supposed to begin, Allie calls me from there, wondering where I am. I say, probably a little to angrily "I'm at home because my fucking car won't start. And I tried to call everyone, and none of you had your phones on." She tells me there is a make-up at 2:20. I say that I have rehearsal, and might not even make it to that.

So she gives the phone to Madame, who is by far the most wonderful woman in the world. After I tell her what I told Allie (a little nicer and without the swearing), she tells me that it's alright and that she'll call me later. As she's hanging up, I hear her say "Poor thing", because I was crying and gasping for breath the whole time.

I think the thing that makes me the most upset, is that it shouldn't. It's a fucking French final. And I'll be able to make it up, at that. And it's only a car. A fucking piece of shit car that I hate with all of my being right now, but never the less, it's just a car. And these things happen. Everyday.

So why do I feel like I'm going to be sick?

Comments

mercgirl57
Feb. 1st, 2002 12:11 pm (UTC)
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Trying to fix a car while wearing be-dazzled shirts and glittery girl pants and trying not to get grease on their hands and arguing about what tool to use, and who looks hotter trying to fix it.

Justin: Gail! What did you do to it?
Gail: I don't know! It just won't start!
JC: I can't do this. I just got my nails done this morning, and I'm NOT going to get that dirt under my nails!
Joey: You're such a sissy.
JC: Oh yeah? Well, why don't you get in there then?
Chris: Yeah, tough guy! You think you know so much, you fix it!
Lance: Hey! Back off Chris. You are the one that is into this kind of crap. Joey? Are you alright honey?
Gail: Um...guys? I'm kinda in a hurry.
Justin: What do you want? *throws arms dramatically* We're the singing dancing kind of boys, not sweaty, dirty mechanics! *bursts into tears*
Chris: Drama queen.
JC: You are so mean Chris. You never think of anyone feelings. *puts arm around Justin* It's okay babe. I'll call a mechanic. We'll get this taken care of.
Justin: *sniffling* O-ok.
Lance: Hey, Gail? Um, it seems that I have a spot of grease on my shirt. Do you have anything I could borrow? It has to be glittery, but I would settle for just sequins since I'm in a bit of a pinch.
Joey: Oh! And make it skin-tight! And orange. He looks so good in orange.
JC: And can I use your phone to call a mechanic? I knew it was a bad idea to try to fix it ourselves.
Chris: Yeah, I think we've done more damage than help. Here. *hands Gail a greasy car part* I don't know where this came from, but, uh, yeah. I think you might need it.
Gail: *rolls eyes* Thanks.
gailmarie
Feb. 1st, 2002 04:04 pm (UTC)
Re:
AHAHAHAHA! *HUGS* That was amazingly funny. Thanks so much.

And as always, things turned out all right in the ends. *rolls eyes* I always get worked up over the stupidest stuff.
mercgirl57
Feb. 1st, 2002 04:13 pm (UTC)
Re:
I had quite a good time writing it here at work. I had to try to explain to my co-workers why I was laughing so hard, and they just stared back. Some people have no imaginations! Glad to hear things turned out okay!

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