harleyale

The last two days have not been ones that I want to remember for a long time. Friday started off with a really bad headache. I got to work and forgot my class keys in the car. Turned around and walked back to the car. As I'm walking back I notice that something was wrong with my car...sure enough, I don't have my license plate on my car. WTF?! Great...so I have to call MDPD. UGH!! And to top it off I now have to buy a new plate. Luckily it only cost me $7. Now I'm really upset by this and I know its stupid. My car had the word "FEZ" on it and I laughed when I first got it cause I'm a huge "That 70s show." So I dubbed my car "Fez-ster." So now it's not longer "Fez." Now I have some stupid tag with "JAT" on it. Yeah, I know it's dumb.

Well to continue my story, I got home and my dad came to help me change one of my brake lights that were out. As he changed it, he told me my light was broken. Sure enough so is the passenger side. So long story short: I now have a stolen license plate and two broken tail lights. BUT wait, this is the fucked up part of all of it....whoever stole the plate was NICE enough to leave me the screws! WTF? You don't have the nerve to steal the plate and put back the screws! oiuoghes;oifck fsn;zdofuhaw o;eifjawh;erugj??? What's wrong with them???

So yeah, now each light is gonna cost me $50. Ok, so to top off my weekend I'm still sick with whatever I've been fighting off for a week now. So I haven't been in the mood to do anything besides lay down in my bed.

Well I decided to go to dinner with my grandmother last night and my aunt Chris and Uncle Jay. Well after finding out some bad news about my cousin and his wife...I got into an argument with my grandmother about my aunt (my cousins' mom). I've never fought with my grandmother nor have I ever raised my voice at her. It hurts so much that I've done that. The fight continued to escalate to the point I was boiling with anger and crying my eyes out. It sucked. In the end, I didn't eat dinner and I left. I know I owe her an apology for all of that. I told her some brutal truths about our family that she has turned a blind eye to. The truth hurts and I've always been one to be brutally honest. I just hate the fact I was the one that told her.

So it's Sunday and I'm watching the move "The Perfect Man" and I heard the line "Forget everything that happened before 8 o'clock this morning." So that's what my plan is. Here is goes....