Pile Of Shit @ MindSay

My car took a shit on me today.  That Mother fucking pile of shit!  I'm so sick of it breaking on me, I want a new car.  I already started looking on Auto Trader for a new one.  I found a couple that I like and can afford.

I really want this 2001 Camero, it's $10,999 though, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to get a loan for it. There's a couple other ones that I like too.

In other news, my best friend, Ashley, is dating one of my ex's. It's kinda weird, but I don't want it to be weird. She's really happy, and he's a really sweet guy. And I really want her to be happy, she's been really depressed lately, and it was really bringing me down. But I am really happy for her that this is all working out.

I really want this new Guess purse that I saw at Boston Store the other day, it's so great! Maybe that's what I'll ask for my birthday. That or a digital camera, yeah I still don't have one.... poo.

BTW: Today's my Birthday! 20 Baby!

Peace, Leave me some love ya'll!

It's freezing. I'm wearing two layers of everything to try and ward off the cold. My back is sore already and today is not a day for sympathy.

I'm shovelling shit. I look around and surrounding me is more shit. Bucket after bucket, carted by hand (by me) up into the pasture and dumped into a pile. Shovel, shovel, carry, dump, more shovelling. Every trip creates a more slippery path, the snow turning into that hybrid of snow and ice from being trod upon. Every step I wait to smash my face wide open, to fall into a hidden crater, break my ankle.

This is my life.