I’m watching you!!!

I’m watching you!!!

I have been living out of my car for the past 6 months.  I commute for about 10 hours each week Monday thru Friday.  I study in it, eat in it, change my clothes while driving and eating in it… yeah crazy mad skills but really really messy.   Add to that the smell of sour feet since Terick left the window upon and it got rained in… it needed a cleaning and it was well past due. 

Everyone knows I'm an ocd neat freak.  I will color coordinate your closet for shits and giggles if you'll let me.  So driving my sour feet, crumb ridden, paper packed, dirty laundry bombed car was driving me insane.   It got to the point I didn't even want to think about it.   I would get in my car, try not to look at the back seat, turn on my raido and blast "It's Easier to Run"(told you I listen to bad music)

Terick offered to clean it but I didn't want to subject him to that… I didn't want to subject myself to it either so it just didn't get done.

But one night around 10:45 Terick comes outside to find me buried in the car throwing miscellaneous crap into the driveway while looking for my uncashed paycheck that I idiotically tossed into the black hole of my back seat.  After he forcibly pulls me out I begin to kick the shit out of it while hurling choice profanities.   Terick very calmly tells me that this won't help me find my check but I loudly disagreed.  Turns our that lack of food and sleep can lead one to swan dive off the deep end.  I only stopped after the neighbors turned on their floodlights.  That or something I threw set them off.

 So Sunday Terick (being the wonderful man that he is) cleans out my car. It was a complete surprise.  He did an incredible job.  I crawled in and curled into a ball and cried.  I honestly cried.  He so got laid that night.  As I was saying… it was near flawless.   It was a sight even the blind could appreciate… too bad I'm allergic to the cleaner he used.

The Omniverse, Universe, Cosmic all, Whateva in all its infinite glory and wisdom has decided to dish out this very special brand of "I fuck with you because I think its funny" quite liberally on me these past couple of weeks:

 -My clock somehow springing ahead early
-stepping on a dead bird the cat brought me in my bare feet (after telling Terick I did not need to put on shoes to just step out onto the balcony)
-the dryer breaking down right as a client in due to come in and all the sheets are wet,
-losing my textbook right before the test
-catching every single red light when going anywhere (even Terick noticed this),
-ordering a box of blue pens and getting black instead  
-almost getting side swiped on the freeway by San Jose City's Finest.  Even though I was going 75 and had a headlight out it totally would have been his fault
-this ear infection thats been wagging it's nasty finger at me
-and a really strange craving for burritos and girl scout cookies that is ruining me.

 

 I feel like that kid in Final Destination.  You know after he figures out that death is out to get him and he's in some one room shack in the dark with all kind of crazy stings and stuff trying to outsmart death.  I feel like that kid right now.  So now I'm over preparing and obsessing about stuff because I feel like an unfortunate bastard in 

a teen age horror flick.  It's funny.  I laugh not only because it stops me from crying but because it's funny.

That's okay Omniverse… you're out to get my ass but thats okay because  now...