life, the universe, and donna

So, I’ve been pretty stupidly happy lately. I think it shows. I’m head over heels in love, I have a gorgeous apartment, a wonderful family, a dog who thinks she’s a home alarm system, a Roomba… really, what more could a girl ask for?

Of course, this means that the universe has to kick me in a few other ways to make up for the fact that I’ve been very obviously rewarded for past wrongs. Fine, whatever. Karma’s important, and I can’t get TOO full of myself.

Ways in which the Universe is punishing me for being happy: A stomach flu or whatever the hell that disaster was yesterday. I don’t LIKE vomiting every time food touches my lips. Awesome. Still queasy, but life is somewhat better now. Pepto Bismal and Ginger Ale for the win.

And finally, to follow up on the car trouble I had last week… on Sunday, I went to take the car to a nearby tire shop to see if the old one is repairable. Oh please, oh please… I really don’t want to buy new tires. Car is not worth new tires.

Except, I didn’t even get out of the parking garage before I started hearing a rather awful noise about half the time that I braked lightly — and worse, the braking part didn’t actually happen. That’s awesome. (Note: The brakes would kick in if I continued to depress the pedal, but once they DID engage, it was as if I’d gone from no-brakes to slammed-brakes, making for lurchy goodness.) There’s no way I’m driving with dodgy brakes, so I quickly turned around and parked again. Called my mother, who’s opinion was hey, it’s a standard, what do I need brakes for? Um, sorry but … NEED BRAKES. Anyway, her suggestion was to call my step-father, which I still need to do, but am putting off because thinking about car makes me cranky.

So now I have a car with a spare tire on it, and sketchy brakes. You know, I was going to wait a few months to sell it and join the auto co-op, but I’m thinking sooner better than later. Cars are annoying.