If I had a gun, I'd shoot myself. Oh wait, I do. I have 9. They're safely locked up at the house I'm supposed to be at in 6hrs. If my f'in mechanics could tell their ass from a whole in the wall, I'd be there already, but instead, they've had my car for 10 days, ordered wrong parts twice, and after telling me it'd be done last friday, then tuesday, then friday, then noon today, are telling me it'll be noon on tuesday at the earliest. I'd go take it back from them except that it's the brake lines that are missing and I couldn't get very far.
I haven't even been able to shop yet cause I haven't got a damn ride to the stores. At least I'll get to buy my gifts at the after-christmas sales (assuming I actually get my car back on tuesday).
Merry f'in X-mas. Time to go put the Christmas Ham (and Cheese Hot Pocket) in the (toaster) oven.