Trollop

Tonight was a good night. I don't know why. Alright, maybe I do, but they tell me that one of the ways to keep someone intrigued is by being mysterious. And so I work on that...working the mystique...and such. Honestly though, I haven't had an entire day of relaxation in a long, long time. I'm always doing something that puts my blood pressure through the roof...or bores me to tears. Lately I have spent far too many hours of my days on the phone, bitching out some random incompetent. Or trying to figure out how my life is going to work out in the future.
Funny story. I was tired of working my ass off, and still coming up short financially. It's not so easy being a full-time student who is financially independent. And when my dear old piece-of-shit car died, that was the final straw. I said the hell with it and took out a student loan. Just enough to live on...and to be able to pay for a newer, nicer car. Right now I'm eyeing up this beautiful deep green Saab. I've become addicted to the cars. They're beautiful. They're incredibly durable (my car's odometer read 810,000 miles)...and just amazing. And my prospect is amazing. I'm taking her out for a spin tomorrow...and then deciding whether or not I want to make her mine. So excited. You have no idea.
Anyway, dealing with various mechanics, dealers, a concerned mother, a rather indifferent (in regards to what car I get) boyfriend, and an ex who thinks that I'm finally giving in to his request of last year to buy a new car...all of that has been rather exhausting. Coupled with issues with my loan agency. Stupid fuckers who shall not be named...they're lovely, really. Randomly having my initial loan canceled, without my approval, without my school's approval...without really any explanation...other than the fact that it was "an automated response". My re-application for a loan is almost complete...which pisses me off. My credit is fine. My rates are higher...because I am a student...without a more credit-worthy cosigner...but still....my credit is decent. Tomorrow I get to have a little conference with my school's loan coordinator...who is equally pissed with the afore-non-mentioned agency. Should be fun.
I'm sure no one actually reads this...but how fun would it be if someone actually did? Someone who actually found me to be witty...not to mention pretty and gay...that'd be awesome.