No Laughing Matter...

You know... I am usually a very happy person... I mean I try to be. Sometimes you have one of those days (weekends) where nothing seems to go right. The better man would find the humor in the situations of the previous few days. All I see is pure unadulterated crapola! Yes I said it, crapola... First, the setup... I bring my car to pep boys to get fixed finally after it sitting in my driveway for way too long. They diagnose the problem as being just a fuel pump... About a year ago we had the fuel pump changed at Pep Boys so like the thought of that being the problem when the car was maybe driven 60 miles seems questionable... but maybe they f'ed up or something... either way I don't know shit about cars. So I wait the day out with plans to get it registered and smogged on Saturday. Friday night about an hour before they close they call me to let me know that it is fixed and ready for me to pick up. So I rush excitedly with my mother to go pick up my car. I also pick up a rear view mirror repair kit as my mirror fell off (damn lousy adhesive). In the morning I got outsite and install the rear view mirror before I bring my kids to their mother's house. Ok so that goes well... 30 minutes later after it is done drying I try to move the car out of the way so I can use my mother's car to go and drop the kids off... No go... it doesn't start... same bullshit as before... FUCKING PEP BOYS!!! I TOLD EM IT WASN'T THE DAMN FUEL PUMP!!! Well I call them up pissed, they tell me to get it towed to them and they will cover it... no charge. Ok fine I go along with it... The tow truck guy gets here and asks me what is wrong with it... I tell him that it wont start and he checks something under they hood and has me try to start it... He says the control panel (or module, again I don't know jack about cars) isn't functioning properly... its not sparking the spark plugs. Ok so what the fuck... this dude within like 10 mins finds a problem that these fucks at Pep Boys haven't noticed in the 2 times previous I have brought the damn car up there. C'mon people... where they fuck did you get your car repair training? He even shows me where the fuel pump is and why there diagnostics tests would point to it being the fuel pump even when the fuel pump isn't bad. Ok so more than likely I have had the fuel pump changed twice for no fucking reason...about 500 dollars total down the fucking toilet. ASSHOLES! So I call them telling them what the tow truck driver as told me... Sir we will have to see if that is the problem when we get it... there will be no further charges for repairs... we are sorry its not working... the end... lah lah fucking lah... I can already tell by the tone of his voice that they are not paying any heed to what I have him about the car. So I let the day go by giving they the benefit of the doubt (even thought at this point they don't deserve that). I call first thing this Morning to see if they found out the problem... Yea its the fuel pump... we installed the wrong one the other day... WHAT! THE FUEL PUMP!?! OK, NOW I AM PISSED! Its not the fucking fuel pump... its the god damn retards trying to fix my car... that is what is fucking wrong... I calm myself down and say... how can it be the fuel pump you have already replaced the damn thing twice... the car still isn't working... there has to be something else wrong with it... he still says its the fuel pump and they are waiting for the right one... I say whatever... he hangs up... Now I am pissed... he fucking hung up on me... FUCK HIM! FUCK PEP BOYS! You know deep down this shit is comical... I mean really... a bunch of fucking monkeys getting paid like 8.50 an hour to fuck my car up and not fix it right... thanks alot... Could you be any more efficiant... The fucking tow truck guy said it would have taken him about 15 mins to change a fuel pump in my vehicle... It took them all day Friday... and now they are waiting for the right fuel pump... my fucking ass they are... whatever... I guess I just gotta wait... I think what pisses me off most is that for 2 years it was in the fucking driveway ready to be driven but I didn't have my license... Now I have my license and I can't get the fucking thing running... Is it a sign... am I not supposed to drive... if I actually believed in "signs" then yea maybe it would be some kinda omen... but I believe in that about as much as I believe in jolly ol fucking saint nick... Rant Rave Rave and Rant... Filth and Foul Foul and Filth... I mean what the fuck?!? I wanna somehow end on a high note but I just wasted four hours of my life watching a god awful MTV VMA's... No Host... No Funny... A few ok to good musical performances and a bunch of lackluster moments... A very unmemorable awards... Even Chappelle, a man who is on fire at the moment, didn't bring his A game... I felt gipped... I invested 4 hours of my life on a show that just didn't live up to the hype... I knew it was a bad sign when fucking J.Lo started the show... Everything she touches lately turns to shit... Fuck J.Lo... Fuck her in her big nice round latin ass... I hope J.Lo like it... err I mean... dies... I think the best moment at the show was seeing Mandy Moore and Marilyn Manson side by side... God I love Mandy Moore... what is it about women who are taller than me... I have an unnatural attraction to both her and Aiesha Tyler... They are both like 6 feet tall... like 6'2" with heels... I would be a damn midget at 5'10 1/2" I mean... anyway... I don't know what I am saying anymore... damn babbling like a brook... night folks...