It’d Be Easier Were Not The Car Totally Fucked
Adjusting to life in Maryland is not the smoothest piece of work I’ve ever sunk myself in to. The issues with in-laws are sorting themselves out. I’ve had a few job interviews. Things are proceeding apace. Now, if only the Passat that we bought new 2 1/2 years ago – with the idea that we’d spend less in repairs if we had a new car – hadn’t just killed itself, we’d be sitting pretty.
Yeah, that’s right: Dead. Apparently it needs a new engine. Well fine then…I guess I’ll just take that $5000 we had saved away and…oh yeah, that’s right. We don’t HAVE $5000 dollars. Fucking fuck. Well, thank goodness the warranty is…hmmmm? Excuse me? Did you just say that the warrany is actually void becaussssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss…………….
{sound of white noise immediately preceeding my head exploding}