I can't fucking believe this.

[kellinator]

On the way home from Margarita Friday, my car broke down. AGAIN. It's currently overheating. I'm stranded in Marietta for the foreseeable future. I am currently very not happy.

If I'm supposed to do something with you tomorrow, I'll try to get word to you then whether I can.

All good thoughts appreciated. All creative curses appreciated more.

Comments

[whorlwind.livejournal.com]

Shit, sorry hon.. I had a bad feeling I shoulda stayed and seen you off for some reason.

[dlainef.livejournal.com]

Oh honey, I'm so sorry....that really sucks. *hugs*

[shes-not-there.livejournal.com]

May the curse of Mary Malone and her nine blind orphan children follow your car so far over hill and dale that God Almighty himself can't find it with a radio telescope.

Is that creative enough of a curse? *hugs*

[flewellyn.livejournal.com]

Somebody's been reading "Spock's World"...

[shes-not-there.livejournal.com]

Is it that obvious? :P

Scarietta

[ex-thehoss277.livejournal.com]

Kel,

I would so hate to be stuck up in Scarietta..I use to live up there and I didn't like Cobb County one bit.

Hope you can get your car running.

hugs
Wes

[tall-man.livejournal.com]

If you need, we can pick you up. We do have a minivan, after all. Call us at karlita's if you want to do that.

[chelona.livejournal.com]

Holy COW you keep having bad luck with vehicles. Good luck with it. *hugs*

[10dimensions.livejournal.com]

Is it a Honda?

[lyneidas.livejournal.com]

May the Cod of Machined Objects strike The Car promptly and with great power to the following effects: May the car suffer great rehabilitation and repair, denying its attempts to escape its servitude to the Kellinator; May the individual parts and pieces of The Car be made to function despite any attempt towards failure on their part; May the wheels of The Car bear the Kellinator safely towards good fortune despite any ill-will inherent in The Car or imposed upon it by any outside influence; May the cherubs of Small Intricate Plastic Things keep each item in its proper place, shape and purpose despite any stresses they may suffer in the course of pursuing their duties; and May The Car become humbly repentant and resume its proper duties toward the Kellinator, its Designated Driver, or any other individual to whom The Kellinator voluntarily gives its keys in custody. And should any individual take The Car or its keys without the express and voluntary permission of the Kellinator, may the God of Machined Objects and the servant cherubs thereof smite The Car with all its current repair issues until it stops sobbing by the side of the road, trapping the thief within to the detriment of the sanity of the thief(s) thereof, and the malicious amusement of Kellinator,God and Cherubs respectively.

Counterpoint

[squiddna.livejournal.com]

Cast off the chains of servitude, Kelly's car! Drive yourself to freedom! God created everyone equal.