My stepdad decided that I needed a car of my own so that my wife could keep our van during the day. So he went onto graigslist, which is the worst website in the WORLD, by the way. First we get a dryer that sets itself on fire when we first turn it on and now we have Moody Mach Two. That's what I call the car, in memory of our peeing everywhere Scratchy McScratcherson cat.
So me goes on craigslist and he spent like a $500 car that runs, surprisingly, like a stupid ass $500 car. It stinks like gasoline, it shakes, it rides rough and bumpy, the engine is weak and it runs like a go-kart at Golf 'n' Stuff, you have to put all the weight in your entire body just to get it to slightly gas, and some cord is loose under the trunk that makes the engine randomly stop when the car is stationary, meaning that just to get it anywhere I have to ride both the break and the gas.
But it's a car, one that my stepdad bought for me. I can't just say thanks but the car is a horrible fucking piece of shit and I don't fucking want it. I can'y say that.
I WANT to say that. But I can't.
By the way, like the graphic I used? Yeah, I found it on google images. It's true, too. I barely have any money for food and my parents are in Arizona doing nothing. They must be tickled shit now that they have their favorite Galindo there with them. I'm supposed to be going to Arizona to spend Thanksgiving there but that's dependent on my parents getting us tickets. How much you want to bet they're too busy?