Whatever, universe. Just, whatever.

The oven's broken. The broiler and stovetop work, just not the oven. Know when I figured this out? Right before I was about to put some dinner in it. You know, what with the hopes of cooking it. With all the heat that it apparently NO LONGER HAS.
Now, the car won't start. Know when we figured this out? Right as we were leaving the band meeting, and I had 15 minutes to get to work. Needless to say, I was late. Also, I have no idea what's wrong with the car. It could be, like, all these things that I can't even spell, let alone explain to you.
And of course I'm still TOTALLY FREAKED about owing money on a credit card. Which explains everything, because once shit happens, it really, REALLY happens.
So, whatever, Universe. I have a microwave and a bike. Bite me.
Reader Comments (3)
Way to tell the universe (((hugs))) has to get better
"Whatever, Universe. I have a microwave and a bike. Bite me."
That's right! BRING IT UNIVERSE!!!!!
p.s. I have a house in Florida that is NEVER going to sell. I'll send you the key if you'll drive down and steal the oven. Grin.