You guys.

I’ve had a fucking week. And it’s only Tuesday!

So my dad took my car back to the mechanic who ‘fixed’ my A/C last week, and the guy was like, ‘Oh maybe there’s a leak – it’s gonna cost more to fix it.’ Duh, there’s a fucking leak! Why didn’t you check that before recharging it with freon?! So my dad takes it to this other mechanic who finds the leak, repairs it, then recharges it with freon. The lights on my dashboard have miraculously turned off, but they have been off and on, so I know it’s eventually gonna light up again.

I’m driving home from my parents’ house with my hair blowing in the A/C, and my check engine light comes on before I even leave their street. I just want to go home and relax in my apartment (that I remotely turned on the A/C at hours before bc I wanted it nice and cold when I got home) and sleep in my own bed, so I keep driving. It’s about a 20-minute drive and a straight shot down the 94 home. All the other lights come on on my dashboard when I’m on the 94 and my car starts jolting forward. Do I pull over? Keep driving? Is this how I die? I was like 5 minutes from my apartment and I barely made it home by the skin of my teeth. I’ve already dropped $700 into fixing the A/C, now I have to take it to a legit Mazda dealership to see what the fuck else is wrong with it.

Timing is horrible – I have 7 upcoming concerts (1 this weekend, and 5 of which I don’t have tickets for yet but am def still going LOL). I’m on vacay next week (just going up to LA), but we were supposed to take my car, so now we have to rent a car! I could cut my losses and just buy a new car, but I’m not in the market for a new car rn and I don’t like being forced into making a decision – I drove a rental for 6 months after I totaled my previous car bc I couldn’t decide what car to buy 😅 Also, I have too many upcoming expenses on top of the unexpected recent expenses (i.e. Milo’s emergency vet scare).

I also have 7 (!) massive bug bites from being at the outdoor wedding celebration last weekend – one on my foot, one on my arm, four on my thighs, and one on my butt (why my ass gotta be so sweet?!). I was wearing a dress and sitting in the grass. It has been unseasonably humid in San Diego, which apparently is the perfect breeding ground for mosquitos. I don’t remember the last time I had a bug bite – I keep my apartment at a cool ass 70° where bugs can’t thrive 😜

I fucking hate it here ✌🏼