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Oh hello. I am Christina. I'm 26. My favorite things are: writing love on my arms, watching movies, laughing, baking brownies, mac 'n' cheese, taking road trips, Disney, writing, playing Guitar Hero and DDR, milk and cookies, smiling, Audrey Hepburn movies, singing Beatles songs, cheering for the Dallas Cowboys, playing board and card games, reading books, watching General Hospital, dancing, and, most importantly, spending time with my friends.

Quote of the Moment:
“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It's probably the most important thing in a person.” - Audrey Hepburn

Mood: i'm good.
Music: pretending.




Wednesday, May 12, 2010
bad luck.

I have the worst luck with tires, I would just like to say.

I had anotherrrr flat today!!! I was driving to work going down the street my apartment is on when all of a sudden I heard cuh-clung, cuh-clung, cuh-clung, then a guh-glung and I decided to pull over. I pulled into a neighborhood and noticed that the noise stopped. I almost started driving again but then I thought, "no, no, I'm a gonna get out just to make sure everything's okay." So I get out of the car and lo and behold my back passenger tire was flat, and that thing seriously was not going anywhere. Anywhere.

Let me backtrack for a moment to before I left my apartment this morning. As I got into my car, wearing my black stilettos and feeling pretty, I had a fleeting thought that I should check that tire. You see, it went flat one day last week at work and my friend Courtney changed it and I took it to the tire place and they fixed it at no charge. But then the thought fled and I got in my car and turned on my Taylor Swift and sang about believing that things will change and being strong and girl power and she-rah and then I heard that stupid noise and then my tire was flat. And do you know that I was suddenly not girl power and she-rah. I was helpless.

So I called S. And he came and changed my tire and followed me to the tire place, which I thought was sweet. He cares. Aww yay.

And then the tire place didn't have any of my tires in stock so they wanted to fix my tire. Ok. That tire was coming off the stupid rim... Is that what's it's called? I don't know but I do know it was all just falling to pieces and going guh-glung and I wasn't about to let them put it back on my car. No sir or ma'am. It wasn't gonna happen. So I went to the other tire place and got a new tire. Yays.

Since the accident in September, that makes seven tires. Seven.

Seven.

That's bad luck but that's why they make road hazard warranties. People like me need them. Oh dear.

Maybe this will be the last one for a while.
Maybe.
I hope.
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