Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Totally Phoning It In

I'm really just not feeling it today.

Not.
At.
All.

Today feels like a Monday, but worse, like a Monday that got shit on, a shit-smeared Monday. Do you want to know what is the most hugeantic factor to my shittacular Monday-esque Tuesday?

Two words: fossil fuels

No, I'm not going to get all political and aware and complain about the environment or the war or the government or car manufacturers or the price of gas.

Nope, I'm going to complain because Friday when we got out of work early, I went and got $20 worth of gas in my car - because of my miniscule commute and the fact that I have little or no social life, that would last me two, maybe three weeks (which is good because I hate getting gas because I can never remember on which side of the car the gas tank is located and I always pull up on the wrong side and then I have to look like an idiot and rearrange my car so I can pump the gas).

This weekend, I drove around a little, but no more than a couple miles.

This morning, on the way to work, I noticed that my gas tank is now less than 1/4 full. This can mean one of three things:

1) Gas now costs $17 a gallon, so putting in $20 really doesn't go so far
2) I was shot at during a getaway and the hole in my gas tank caused me to leak most of the previous fuel
3) Some fuck of a fuckhead ghetto ass criminal was bold enough last night to siphon over half a tank of gas out of my car when it was parked in my driveway which is about 6 inches from my bedroom

Before anyone says that maybe my husband drove the hell out of my car this weekend, I'll shut you down right now - he's a complete car snob and has a fit if he even has to drive my car out of the driveway so he can get out his precious BMW.

Normally, I try not to get so upset about stuff that I can't do anything about (I mean, seriously, what am I supposed to do, call the police?) but I try to believe the best of people and all that do unto others crap, but the fact that someone fucking STOLE GAS OUT OF MY CAR WHICH WAS PARKED AT MY HOUSE AND THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO is just so... icky or something - and I have pms so that's probably not helping or anything, but... I don't know, that's just so lame.