Where to begin today. I drove home yesterday to celebrate my niece's birthday. I cant believe she is four already. Talk about feeling old. She had a blast. She got a lot of toys and cake and ice cream. She even got a princess pinata. Which was fun to watch her hit.
Im driving back to my apartment last night and what happens? I explode a tire. To the normal person, this would be unexpected. To me, this makes tire number 13 that Ive had explode on me. And when I say explode, I mean the tire is in shreds. So at 11 o'clock Im on the shoulder of a major highway changing my tire. And Im racing against the monsoon of rain that had been chasing me the entire way home, Im also in a skirt and flip flops. So you can imagine how happy I was last night. But I did it, and with help from no one. I was worried for a minute there last night though. I couldnt get the fucking bolts to loosen. I was standing and bouncing on the tire iron. And it still took forever to loosen. But I changed the tire all by myself. Im very proud of myself, even in my anger towards the whole situation. And now I get to spend my Sunday trying to find a tire that isnt going to cost me a fortune. Im not having any luck with that though. Which doesnt surprise me because when it rains, it fucking pours. And its normally pour straight shit.
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