Oh, craigslist

So I've gotten over a dozen emails, asking me for my car. None of them replied back after they saw the pictures. I said there was cosmetic damage in my ad! That's their oversight, not mine. I was Honest Abe in that, man. No bullshit.

However, I got an email in particular that seemed almost too good to be true. This lady gets ahold of me, right, and says she wants my car, she'll send a money order and whatnot, and she'll then send someone to pick it up, but not until I cash the money order. Uh, what the hell? She also said she was willing to toss in an extra $70 (what an odd amount) to hold it for her. Okay, I can take an extra $70.

I just emailed her telling her the truth, that there's minor body damage and the handle on the driver's side door needs to be replaced. Hell, if she's just going to throw money like that on a car without really caring to wonder what it looks like, then so be it. Maybe she'll have the money to throw down on repairs, since I obviously didn't.

It'd make me pretty damn happy if she still wants it after the fact, though.



My head's been rather confused as of late. I hate not knowing the answers to life's questions, it irks me. But I do live in a life of clutter, so that could be a problem. I need to clear my house like I need to clear my head. I also need to clean my old car out if people are going to be looking at it this weekend.

Ah, dammit.

Today is one of those days

It's one of those days today. One of those, not-so-good, wish-I-could-sleep-all-day, self-doubting kind of days. I'm sick of the winter, I'm sick of my friends treating me like a joke, I'm sick of feeling lovesick (I'm sorry.) with questions in my head that I'm afraid to hear the answers to.

I'm sick of things going great and the next day I get bitchslapped with crap. I want out. I want out of here. Start over. But I'm scared to be alone.

And I... no.

I just wish those memories would fade on days like these, since they make me considerably worse.

I'm alone, and I feel rather small. This fucking sucks.