*My car*


Written on Tuesday, Apr. 04, 2006 @ 11:00 a.m.

I feel so..The current mood of whats_her_face at www.imood.com

Just when I thought things could get any worse, guess what...


Yesterday, my cousin (she's a police officer here) came over and told me that the police had located my car and that I could go pick it up at the impound for $50. I was super excited, because after the wreck, my car mysteriously disappeared, and I didn't get a certified letter from the police saying that they had taken it or anything. I thought maybe it was sent to an auto salvage place, but I could still get it back.


But then today, somebody else from the police department comes over and asks me if I knew about my car, and I said that I knew it had been impounded and that I was going to go pick it up. Then he starts talking about how I have to call this place and see if they knew who took it and that I'd have to come down to the police department and file a report and I was like what? What kind of report?


"A stolen car report."


This didn't make sense to me, because I knew where my car was. Then he goes on to ask if my car had a backseat. Well, yes. And if it had both windshields. He keeps doing this until I figure out that all I've got left is the driver's seat and the steering wheel. No more cd player. No more automatic start. No more nothing, really. Isn't that just great?


I was so excited because I thought I was finally going to get my car back, and even though it needed to be fixed, it probably would've cost like $300, which isn't all that bad. But if I get it back now, I'll have to replace EVERYTHING. And I don't even have the money to get it out of the impound (my mother is going to give it to me). I know that I shouldn't be surprised that people in the world are terrible enough to rip off any car that they see sitting for too long, but dang.. it was MY car. My only chance at owning a decent car until I can get a job. And now, I don't even have that. All I can do is just go pick up the plates and come back home. Today just started, and it sucks already. What makes it even worse is that it's Jerry's 21st birthday, and I don't even have the money to get him a card.


I'm so angry right now. I don't understand why everything is going so wrong...

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