It's still working, for now. But the trauma from dealing with my old car makes me scared that this new one is breaking down because we're overworking it.
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Saturday, October 25, 2025
The Car's Gonna Have A Massive Workout This Weekend
I was going to give it a break today/Saturday, but instead my sister and I are going to watch what is left of the leaves on the trees. Then tomorrow/Sunday I want to fuck ****e at her place. That's two long drives on a car that is getting worked over ever since my sister came home. Add that my sister will be using my car thrice over next week, an important one for Mother, and I realize that I have not used my car a whole lot this year, and maybe for past years. I have been just driving to and from work most days because I've been working like a dog. But ever since my sis came home, my car's been everywhere -- too much, I'm afraid. But until my folks get on out of here, my car will be racking up the miles.
Labels:
bad memories,
breaking down,
cars,
fear,
mother,
realize,
record-keeping,
sister,
too much
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