Why I hate my car.

First of all, let me say that I am grateful to even have a vehicle, but here lately I have wanted to drive it off a cliff and get it over with. Let me count the ways:
1. Windshield busted all to shit {thanks to previous owner crazy ex boyfriend...lovely.}
2. The engine mounts need to be replaced. Which means it shakes and vibrates...it used to only do it when stopped at a traffic light/stop sign, etc. Now it does it all the time. It first I thought,{jokingly}hey... a cheap thrill!!! Yeah not so much.
3.It has more dents than a can at a recycling center {once again, thank you so so much ex-boyfriend}
4.The hooker who had it before me either got in a wreck and spilled a soda everywhere or one of her bratty kids sprayed it all over the ceiling of the car {think of when a race car driver wins the cup and the spray the champagne everywhere and all over him...got it in your head???? K.} Now picture this: THE FUCKING SHIT WONT' COME OUT!!! Tried Greased Lightning, Clorox wipes, you name it. That shit will still be here when the dust from a mushroom cloud settles.

So here I am...looking like a fool. Todd and I are back together yet again...I swear it's like some bad soap opera. I don't know, although he really fucked up everything tells me that I should let him try to change this time, not ME try to change HIM. He says that if what happened doesn't make him change then nothing ever will. I could see that. All I know is I am crossing my fingers for him and for us and our life together. God knows that if he does screw up again, then that's it. Do me wrong once, shame on you....do me wrong twice....well, that's a shame on me. But not trying to blurt out all my bidness' on the world wide web or anything.....just thought I'd give an update in case anyone out there is listening. I think these blog things are really moer for ones' self than others. I mean how often do you read other people's blogs....and if you do, do you find yourself really giving a shit what they are saying? Could be just me. I am so depressed right now and a bit cynical...my landlords admitted that they were gonna jack the rent up come lease renewal time and lord knows we can't swing it. Hence my depression. I have come to love this home {who wouldn't? I mean, have you SEEN this place? Unfriggen believable} So my take on teh subject is, let's move while we have some cash flow from the tax refund {spoken like a true Walmart shoppin', gun totin', whiskey drinkin' redneck, huh? Well, this is Alabama so fuck you. Or um...when in Rome might suit your fancy a bit more} Todd thinks we should wait until June but what does he know...he's a man.