this blog probably sounds gaaaay;

The thing I hate about mornings is I never know what's gonna happen later in the day. I never thought when I was brushing my teeth before I left the house to go shopping, I was later going to cry in an I-IN-OUT drive thru. The tears all started when I was learning how to parallel park, and my genius mom thought using giant rocks would be a smart idea to mark the cars where I had to somehow fit her car in-between. Probably after my 5th sad attempt of parking, my mom yelled at me to start again which didn't help me out because I was already pissed off, and than one of big rocks got caught under the car. Later we realized that cause of that rock, something under the car is now bent. Now your probably saying why would I cry about that if it was clearly my mom's fault? Well you'd be mad too if this was your second time you had bad luck with cars (the first time was in December, where the car wouldn't start when I tried to start the engine, even though the mechanic says it wasn't my fault).
-glo