Sometimes I casually think to myself while driving, all it could take is the brisk and simple twirl of my steering wheel. In the second of time I absorb to blink my eyes, I could be as dead as Heath Ledger. I’ve always wanted to kill somebody, but I never imagined myself doing it inadvertently. I know I’d most certainly want to know ahead of time that the person in question would be a quintessential asshole. Continually expecting the worst to occur, I feel that I am beginning to lose my mind. The sleep deprivation is beating me into a mild but noticeable state of delirium, but I can not sleep through the night if I have to be at work at five am. I suppose I am digging my own grave in this department; I am unable to put the shovel down. For Christ’s sake, I walked into a clothing store with a lit cigarette yesterday. I also reversed my car into a Mercedes in that wretched, cursed parking lot only an hour before…thankfully, quick thinking and fast driving managed to pull me out of that rut. Today, I ran out of gas a block away from the convenient store I was driving to. Not solid, definitely sunk my already sinking battle ship. I am no way, shape, or form superstitious…however, I am sure that I’ll meet my doom Friday the thirteenth; I’m almost certain I’ll end up dying. If I live, maybe the horrid luck I have been experiencing will cease. I am in desperate need of new brake-pads, that’s one more god damned thing I’ll have to spend money on by this week’s cessation. This car is going to end up costing me almost half of what I paid for it by our six month anniversary. Grand Prix? More like a Grand Prick. I have to fill out a financial aid application and contrive ideas to attempt keeping myself awake.

~ by j9valjean on June 1, 2008.