I hate it when you get your hopes up for a day. a day when you can get out of the house and have a good time. and it's good to have those days, especially in the midst of working 6 very stressful days in a row. it gives you something to work for, look forward to, survive, and recover from.

but then, when you get set on that, when you make plans, and even kind of make it clear to you parents what you're doing, it sets up so high, that when you have to fall, it hurts so much for the most stupid of reasons.

it makes you like a child again.

but this isn't my weekend.

I was denied my chance YET again to get out to the cottage. blow 1. Lisa got time off, and because we've lost Tara, I'm left working extra shifts for her, making me work 6 days in a road this week, days and night. so ill be stressed constantly. and tired. and pissed. blow 2.
blow three was this morning. I woke up, thinking "I'm going to get dressed, clean up, and head over to Joshes place. then I'll come back for work around 3 something, then after work, over to angus and scotts"
but when I looked out the window, I didn't see my little red car. I saw gords taurus.
They stranded me.
blow 3.
so this hasn't been a good morning. I'm stranded in Stirling now, and it seems that my parents did that to me on purpose. Gords car was on the outside of the drive way (easier to get out) and is bigger for all of their friggen luggage. yet they took MY car, the only car I'm insured under. leaving me trapped in this house. again.
and I was looking forward to actually getting out today.

what a bad morning.

and now that I have nothing to look forward to, work will be utter hell, for four more days, 24 more hours of assholes, jerk-offs, morons, and nothing but numbers and beeping and chips and screaming children. thats what my parents left me instead of a car.

im fucking pissed. they had no reason to take my car, other than to strand me, keep me from using a fucking CAR!

who would think a car would fuck you up so much