None of this is cohesive, really. Its the drugs.

I’m back!!

I wish I were more consistent with this shit, but I’m doing the best I can.

So I recently returned to “the real world”, after spending a couple days in Indio taking too many drugs and hanging out with some crazy junkies (and some good friends).

Now I guess I sound like a “junkie” too, because I just told you I took too many drugs over the weekend, but trust me, not the same level. At all.

I mean, these bitches were the kind that needed to suck in lines of diamond dust in the mornings to get that normal sparkle in their eye. And once in a while, they’d go through their stash of candy, and decide to take some shrooms at 8 in the morning because they had too many left. I don’t know, maybe I’m too straightedge? Is this what kids do nowadays though? How do they function daily? Like when they go to school and shit?

Anyways, I just stuck with my lovely ladies, Lucy, Molly and Mary Jane :)

…Did I mention I was at Coachella?

That probably made everything make a lot more sense. 

How things begin...

As of late, I've been feeling as though whenever I make up my mind to have a positive day, things will determinedly go awry. And not like... "My dog peed on my bed...(AGAIN)" or (I don't know, I can't think of another example) awry. I mean, MY CAR IS A PIECE OF SHIT awry. And what that means, is that over the past two months or so, my car has broken down no less than 4 times, due to various reasons.
Now that may not seem like a great many of times, but for someone who needs her car for work and not to mention- paying for this shit??- hell yeah, its a lot of times.
I say 4 times, but thats not entirely accurate. Some of it's my fault, most of it's not. Let me lay it out for you here:
Over the two months....
1. My car ran out of gas on me, mid-work ( I'll talk about my work later). I had to walk home. My fault this one- I'll admit.
2. I was driving, I was driving, I was driving. I kept hearing heavy thunking, like something was rhythmically beating the passenger side of my car. I pulled over and checked. Nothing. Alright... I'm driving, I'm driving.. Thunkthunkthunkthunk.. What the fuck!!! I pulled over again, and it wasn't until the third time I pulled over that I saw the skinny black string thing seemingly on my tire. I had no idea what it was. I pulled on it.. It was my tire rubber....
Incredibly close to driving and popping my tire. Awesome. Had to walk home again.
3. This doesn't count as an incident, but had to take my car into the shop to get my brake pads changed. They checked my car right? They checked my car to make sure its all okay?
4. Now this one's the kicker. So blahblahdrivingdriving... My car fucking runs out of gas. Again. AGAIN. Goddamn, I was so pissed. So I call a friend, and he comes with gas to come help me out (I was far from home. Stranded.). So we put gas in my car, after getting honked at by dicks driving by and struggling with the damn gas tank container (by struggling, I mean we gave up trying to actually USE the thing after a while and poured the gas into a Smartwater bottle and pouring THAT into my car. Gotta do what you gotta do!) and then tried to start my car. Nothing. We jumped the battery with his car. Nothing. What the hell.
We pushed my car with his car to the gas station and put more gas in it (nothing) and jumped it again (nothing). So frustrating! We left it there and the next day my dad came by and jumped my car and it worked. Huge whatthefuck.
And
5. Today. My car is not working. I went down this morning to leave for therapy - boom. Car starts, but engine doesnt kick. Kill me please.
But on the upside,
This is how things begin. The small inconveniences, the unexpected surprises. They create little openings, almost little warpholes in the fabric of daily life, and you can spend the entire time screaming, "I'm in a hole, I'm in a hole!" or you can shut the hell up and dig your fat ass to China.
Just sayin.
So this is how I started writing.
Fuck(en love) my car.