Today while I was grocery shopping with my mom, who flew down for the weekend the remote on my car (formerly known as The BarbieCar because it's so Malibu Barbie Convertible-ish) died. So when I tried to unlock it with the key the damn thing started flashing and blaring its horn and everyone in the parking lot was staring all annoyed and there was NOTHING I could do about it, so I tried to start it and the car continued to wail as if I was stealing it. I drove up and down the aisles frantically trying to find the street outlet and people were turning around and looking at me with their "HOW RUDE" or "WTF" faces on.....
My mom was calm but I flipped my skittles. I have never even used that expression, but that's what I did. IF there were skittles to flip, those damn things would have been everywhere.
I can't catch a damn break!! SERIOUSLY!! I canNOT drive a car that screams at me every time I turn it on. The remote replacement costs a lot of money, how do I know? Because I lose my keys every five effing minutes now that I don't take my adderall.
It eventually stopped after ten minutes but as soon as I got home the damn thing started again once we opened the doors to get out!! OH MY GOD!!!!!! AAAAAHH!!!!!!!
Now my neighbors are going to hate me!!
I'm SO upset!!!
The Karma Gods must be laughing their asses off, for everyone I ever did wrong is getting their revenge right now. I hope it feels good.
F****!!!!
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