OY OY OY GAVOLT.
I woke up an hour and a half ago.
Was gonna make my usual post last night about interviews and fun bowling. Until my night took a total and complete change.
I get out of bowling last night, it began to rain, than really hard. I run to my car, which is not there. I don't have an umbrella, rain coat anything. It begins to poor. I swear I know where I parked my car, but I tried other places anyway. Nowhere. Finally, totally clueless, I call the cops, and after a little while, they decide it must have been towed b/c I was 7 feet away from a hydrant(who the fvck knows those exact rules??) They drive me to the tow place...$185...my credit card w/ my name is maxed out, and I'm not allowed to use my mom's car. While it's still pouring(I can't begin to tell you how soaked I am), I had to walk 6 blocks on 12th Ave. at 2:30 in the morning in the pouring rain to an ATM and back. Obviously I was freezing and not feeling well, and the woman said either I walk to the ATM, my mom drives down an hour, or I don't get my car back.
I ended up having to jump over poles in the rain, I didn't feel good, and I was crying hysterically. Finally got the car back, and got home at 4:30.
Not to mention I was walking alone at 2:30AM in a not crowded part of NYC. I'm PISSED.
I was gonna see DRS tonight, b/c Laura is going on for Muriel, but I kind of woke up to the time of lotto, so that didn't work out
Okay, will try to get back to good things...
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