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feeling: annoyed
listening to: Roxette - The Look
When I actually own a car in my own name, remind me to NEVER, EVER let my brother touch it. Nothing against the guy, but honestly, somehow he manages to destroy every vehicle he operates. That first Escort, the two Thunderbirds, his Jeep... and now, possibly, my Toyota.
What happened: a couple nights ago he showed up here with his Jeep making disturbing noises (again), and dad deemed it unsafe and loaned him the Toyota again. And conveniently, this morning he was supposed to hop in that Toyota and head off to Atlanta to spend a week training for the new job he just landed. And remember how this Toyota burns oil, but otherwise performs perfectly as long as it's kept topped off? Well, apparently my brother didn't feel the need to top it off when the light started to flicker, and the engine broke down. The parents just left to pick it up somewhere in Tennessee and tow it back.
So now I might really be without a car. Like, indefinitely. Have to see what the verdict is when he gets it back here and gets to look at it.
Just another reason I should be looking for work and a way to finally afford a car myself... but things keep coming up and swaying whatever resolve I manage to muster up. I'm kind of at a crossroads now. As if I wasn't before, yeah. But this one... I dunno... is bigger? Has a differently timed traffic light? Is actually a crossroads instead of a big empty desert of emptiness? Too much to think about... too much here, too much there, too much not here and too much not there...
*sigh*
Fortunately, when I need to just laugh for a couple minutes and forget about everything, I have retardery like this. Ah, escapes.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 10/19/2008 01:17:00 PM
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