A Surprisingly Sane Blog

Yet another gland infection down south has graced me with its frickin’ painful presence.  Along with the beginnings of another yeast infection, of course, because I can’t just have one or the other.  My whole nether-region has to suffer at once.

No wonder I’ve been feeling run down and on the verge of illness for the last couple of days.  My body had this in store for me.

So now on top of being miserably hot, my crotch is in pain yet again and I think I’m running a bit of a fever to fight the infection off.  I just need a nap and a bottle of happy juice and a vacation from life to make everything better.

*sigh*

Isn’t it bad enough that my poor va-jay-jay has had to suffer through two natural childbirths, a tear, stitches, surgery, prolapse, and everything else it’s been through?

Can I have a twat recall?

Current Mood: Sickly

Both of our cars are crapping out.  Fantastic timing, huh?

Our cars are pretty old.  Both have well over 100,000 miles on them, and neither of us has any clue how to do any sort of auto maintenance whatsoever without the help of our mechanic.  Hell, I’m sure I could figure out how to call a tow truck, and I know that if I don’t fill the gas tank I’ll get stranded in the 110 heat on the side of the road, but that’s about where my “car knowledge” ends.

Currently, my car has an oil leak.  It’s been sitting in our driveway for about a week now because we haven’t wanted to spend the money to get it fixed in the midst of all this crazy shit we’ve been doing.  Like moving to Seattle and buying a house.  So we’ve been driving James’ car everywhere instead.  Holy hell, that was a mistake.  Not only do the brakes screech like a dying crow, but it decided to overheat and smoke starting pouring out from the under the hood while we were waiting in the drive-through last night (we really, really need to go grocery shopping).

Um, the “change oil” light never came on, but apparently… it needed oil.  Or something like that.

So unfortunately, somehow we have to shit enough cash to get our cars fixed, otherwise we’re not going to make it to the airport to fly off to Seattle this weekend.

And that would suck.

I hate car things.  I don’t even really like to drive.  Unfortunately, the public transportation sucks so bad in Tucson that we don’t have a choice but to deal with our cars on a daily basis.

Anyone wanna buy me a new car?

Current Mood: Bored