The Trick Is To Keep Breathing

Dammit.

Well, my trip went straight to hell along with my car.. I'm singing along to some good songs, and I hear the rattling that's been going on for a couple months get reeeeeeeeally loud, and when I accelerate to get past a slow semi, *SNAP, SHATTER, BOOM* and smoke starts streaming from my car. Frantic, I pull over to the side of the road, call mom, call a tow, and eventually get home, thinking it's either my lifter, a broken rod, or a shattered cylinder, which basically means I need a new car. Honestly, seriously, this better be one of those one-door-closes-another-one-opens kinda things. Dammit, though. I was looking forward to today with such vigor and optimisim, and BAM, it goes down in a few smoky seconds.

I even went and got a haircut. Seriously, if you knew me, you'd know I HATE haircuts. I know they're necessary, but damn, seriously... seriously!! AAAAAUGH!! Why couldn't this happen after I got back from Tulsa/OKC?!?! God $#&% IT!

Ugh.. I'm gonna go emo off in a dark corner somewhere.. and smoke a cigarette.