I am sitting at a Starbucks on 10:25 am on a Saturday morning, downing a soy vanilla latte (I was dairy free before it became hip and cool) and using their free wifi. I don’t know if that makes me a hipster or just pathetic.

In all honesty,I’m waiting for my car to get new brakes and an oil change down the street. Getting ready to shovel $330 bucks out on something that wasn’t expected. You could call it it a perk of being an adult.  I call it sucking giant donkey dicks.

The oil change, I knew it was coming. The brakes, not so much, but once the snow and ice melted from the horrible winter here in the frozen tundra that is called Detroit, I realized the crunching sound was not my tires on ice/snow, but that of metal on metal. That distinct sound of brakes. I should know, I took three years of auto mechanics. My heart broke a little. Okay, it broke A LOT. As much as I try not to live paycheck to paycheck, I do and ever time I do get money set aside, something disastrous happens. (Brakes, apartment floods, etc). Sometimes, it’s the old saying “you can’t win from losing” and god dammit, I’m tired of fucking losing.

I’m tired of life and the Universe ninja kicking me in the face.

This post is just a frustrated rant. One where I want to scream “The Secret,” visual boards, positive forward thinking, hard work, being a slave to the grind, and so on doesn’t work! One where I want to perhaps sell my kidney, eggs, body parts, and blood on the black market for extra money.

Universe, I want you to get your shit together and stop fucking up my shit. We can work simpatico if you stop stepping on my goddam toes.