ARGH

My fucking car won't start. Battery's good. It's a 12 volt battery, and is charged to about 14.6 apparently. It's got at least two gallons of gas in the tank. But it won't start. And I have noone here to help me start it. I'm pissed off at the car, pissed off at me, pissed of at my grandfather (who fucking told me there was NOTHING wrong with the car when I got it. Bull shit).

I don't know what to do. I'm supposed to leave tomorrow for my cousin's house to help with my family's Christmas get-together thing. But since my car's dead, either I convince the housemate to go with me Saturday (when he doesn't seem to want to go anyway), or I have to call, tell them I won't be there, and piss off my whole family. Yay for choices.

And I still have no fucking job. I can't go to any interviews or anything since my car won't start.

Maybe I should have eaten those black-eyed peas on New Years.

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EDIT: I've been fucking stiffed AGAIN on a commission. $25. I think I might just give up on the whole art thing after I finish the commissions I have left. It's not worth it, looking out for the mail every day.
I received payment from fucking ALASKA sooner than this person from Ohio. God damn it all. I'm going to go curl up and cry to myself now. Because I was going to get someone a gift for Christmas. And now I can't afford it, either. I'm sorry I'm such a fuckup. I should have gotten the money FIRST and then did the work.

Damn it all.