Fuckin’ shit, fuck, well, hahahaha FUCK!

My dad

Couldn’t have said it better than my dad did above. It was one of those days, I’ve been having a lot of them lately. So much so that I’ll just start calling them today. I started out optimistic and even wrote in my 100-day goal journey, but optimism gave way to pessimism and then to downright cynicism wondering why the fuck am I doing anything but watching anime and vigorously masturbating. Despite that feeling, I did what I had to do. dropped my rent a car off. Not one minute later I get a call and knew it was because I wasn’t supposed to have pets in the car. Didn’t answer that. three minutes later I get an email, asking if I had pets in the car accompanied by professional type photos of my dog’s hair as the centerpiece. literally pictures of ONE hair in the trunk of the car, ONE! and it was white! Unless the Cals trans-morphed into a yappy white-haired chihuahua I don’t think it was ours. The other piles were though…It was like a five-minute drive, fuck. Anyway, I get a new alternator for the man van. I’m thinking, if I can charge up the battery to let it coast about a half-mile to the hobby shop I can use there tools and shit to get this thing put in quick. Five hundred feet later, I have parked in front of the tennis courts broke down as shit. Here’s a good a place as any I think and my dad’s voice echoes in the back of my mind. Well, fuck cory, stop fucking around get this fucking shit working again. So, I get all red neck’y and do that damn thing. 3 hours later, 700 fucks and a bunch of traumatized tennis players later I get the damn thing running. A pretty proud moment actually. I am the least mechanically inclined brother for sure so it was satisfying as fuck to get it done. Even with an audience. Only used a hammer thrice which for a Dickey is far too little. I drive off, head held high, coved in grease and scratch marks up to my biceps, which I’m glad to have been training lately, and head home. FUCK YA.