LENORE THE WHORE

This day has been so fucked, I'm not even sure where to start. I suppose I'll start w/my hair. It was extremely flat, but not straight flat no, lumpy flat. So I had to put my hair in pig-tails, which make me look all of 12 years old. Then after school, I was bored as hell and nobody was home to do anything with. Eventually, Ashley H. called me back and I decided to try to find her house. Now, everyone who knows me probably knows I am incredibly bad w/directions and finding things, so looking for Ashley's house in the dark was not the best of ideas.

I had to call her and ask her where the hell I was, and then I drove off to look some more. At about this time I began to notice my gas gage looking severely decreased. This was odd, as I had only been driving for maybe 5 min. tops. I decided I had better forego looking for Ashley's house until I had gone back to town and gotten some gas. Well, the gas didn't last that long and I broke down a good distance from town. Luckily, Ashley was right behind me, having been looking for me to direct me to her house. We went back to her house, retreived a gas can, and then went to Casey's and filled it up as well as her sister's suburban.

On the return trip, all seemed well, and quite funny. What else could go wrong? Yeah, that's what we thought until behind us the all-american red white and blue started flashing. Why must officers always ask "Do you know why I've pulled you over?" I mean, really. Do they expect us to list the reasons? Be like, "Oh yeah, officer, I sure do. It's because I was going 20 miles over the speed limit isn't it? Or could it maybe be b/c you had a psychic intuition that some alcoholic beverages were being consumed in this car." Fuck that, I'm gonna be like "No, do you? And if so, why are you asking me?" Really, it's more than likely they're pulling you over b/c they have to fill their quota. Yes, no matter what they say, they do have quotas. Anyway, the fucking cop pulled us over and told Ashley that she had no taillights. She didn't get sited, just a warning.

We drove back to her home, stayed in the warmth for a while watching a movie and pitching the shit and such until about 9-ish. Then, we drove back to where my car was neatly parked in someone's driveway and put some gas in her. After a few attempts, she started and such, so I began going back to town again with Ashley and her mom following. Well, wonder of all wonders, the gas ran out again and I had to pull over by another lot. Even after freezing, 22 degree, back and forth treks from Ashley's house to my car w/various nozzles and the thing of gas, my Lenore refused to start. So there she sits, in some place that I'm not quite sure what it was, in the cold.

My mother called my step-D and asked his opinion on the matter. His diagnosis was that the gas lines had a leak or some such, so now mother and I have to go there really fucking early and have it towed or some such and then get new gas lines. All I can say is FUCK. At least I'm not bored anymore.