i hate my car

I dropped off that piece of shit that gets me from point A to point B this morning at the Chrysler dealership in Georgetown to have them tell me why my emergency brake light keeps coming on.

Aparently my back breaks are fucked (AGAIN) and need to be replaced.  $700.00 please.

Well fuck that, I called another shop and they quoted me 3 to 4 hundred.  My husband told me to drive the car home and we will figure out what we are going to do this weekend.

Why does life feel it must fuck with me.  "Hey you, the one that is finally doing well.  You think you have a little money saved. Well nuts to that BOOM."

So I guess I won't be getting a bed frame for my spare bed for a few weeks.  We were planning to go to IKEA tomorrow to pick one up but now I'm going to have to worry about paying for my car. 

The thing is we are planning to get rid of it soon.  We are just waiting for a few things to come through.  So I am in limbo with my piece of shit car.  My next car will definately be a Toyota.

I think this weekend is going to be basically me doing nothing but hibernating.