oh how wrong you are.

i got to sit in a 7-eleven parking lot for about 2 hours, waiting for a fucking tow-truck to show up.

why was i waititn for a tow-truck? because betty decided to die on me.

why was i driving bett you ask when i've mentioned lately how i am driving the shitty focus. because the shitty focus has a service plan that is up at 36k, right now she sits at 35940 so i can't exactly put a lot of miles on her seeing as i have to get her into the shop real quick.

so i took betty, figuring i'd go into work, come home it'd be fine. but we decided to go out so i stopped in at a 7-eleven before i went to mary's house to pick her up. and in the minute it took me to go into the damned place and pick up the beer she wouldn't start back up.

so i called mary to have her come rescue me and we went to my house, drank two beers and then went up to fridays because damnit i still wanted to go out, and so did mary. but i think the whole betty dying thing threw me off because i don't think we had very much fun.

but ugh, my night..wasn't too bad. i mean it wasn't too good, but wasn't terrible..but then the whole car dying thing just made it take a turn into the shitter.

so i think i'm just going to go to f'n bed.

scud.