Spent all morning on the phone with Geico, towing places, my family (keys were in my aunt's sofa and will be here tomorrow at noon), &c. &c. &c., and Matt and I worked out a game plan for tomorrow so that he'd be able to get me to the mechanic's and home and whatnot. We hung out all day today, and after he dropped me off-- on the way back home-- in walking distance from his house-- his car died too. So now everything is just plain fucked.

I'm so sick of this fucking bullshit motherfucking worst cocksucking birthday ever goddamn fucking shit AAAAAAUGH