Story time: Okay, so the clutch on my '95 Impreza just went out. That was right after my racks flew open on the way back from the gardens and my park skis got hit by a car, which was about the same time I got a $200 speeding ticket for going 70 mph on the freeway somewhere between New York and Pennsylvania on my unsuccessful quest for snow and handrails, which was about a month or two after my '94 Civic got stolen from my mechanic friend's house in Murray (actually he was more of a friend of a friend, and by friend I mean guy I hitchiked back from Brighton with a year ago--hey, I couldn't afford to go to the dealership.) And that happened a few days after I'd gotten my car back (completely trashed and missing all my ski stuff--I'd just gotten back from the ramps) after it had been broken into and hotwired out of the Sugarhouse ShopKo parking lot around 4 o'clock in the afternoon. That happened a week or so after I got an MIP for drinking a glass of wine at dinner, which was several months after I broke the Butterliciouses I bought for like $200 overrotating a backy on the wave, which was about a month after I broke my STLs overshooting a table at PC...and like, why isn't it snowing? I mean it's January, what the fuck.
So I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm sad because I have no park skis and no car and no money and no powder and no storms in the forecast. Am I too materialistic or is that reasonable? I bet you guys can prescribe me some music...
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