this candid chemistry;

my moon is down (and my wallet is closed, sorry)

1. My parents, because their van is dead, took to trying to resurrect the Tercel, again. Now they’re looking at me to cough up 300 dollars that I do not have for a car I do not want or need anymore.

I’ve already decided that the answer is “no”. I’ve lost count on how much money I’ve poured into this heap, but I’m certain it’s over 2000 dollars. That’s a freaking trip to Aruba, with skydiving and lobster included. I’m done with that car. I’ve been on the bus most of this year anyway. If they want to replace tires and stuff for it, fine, but I’m done driving until my aunt (finally) decides to buy her next car and I take her old Civic off of her hands.

2.  I showed up to work yesterday in a pair of yoga pants with a hole in the left buttcheek. I woke up very late yesterday. I had 15 minutes to get from my bed (where I sleep nude) to my bus almost half a mile away. This week can’t end quick enough for both me and my employer, I suppose.

3. I’m feeling the walls close in on me. I’m trying to eject from this life while I still can.