Just When........

You think shit can't get any worse, it usually does.

Just Blaze, AKA Whiteboy, died on Hwy 85 this morning on my way to work. He just stopped in the middle of the damn street. Mind you, I had a car full of folks, my Peanut, my nephew, and my sister. I know y'all are thinking "how in the hell am I supposed to be going to work with all of these folks in my car?" It's simple, me and my sister carpool; she drops me off at work and she keeps the car and drops the kiddies off at daycare.
Anyway, now that we've got this mechanics of this whole situation worked out, back to my story.
He'd been acting funny all weekend - Just Blaze that is. Not wanting to pull hills and running all the time, just being real feisty and shit. Now he's proven his point that he doesn't have crank and drive. He showed me who runs this.
Damn, you stupid car!
I should trade your funky ass in, except for one little reason, I DON'T WANT ANOTHER FUCKING CAR NOTE!!!!! I hate paying for shit that depreciates as soon as it heads off the damn lot. It's a waste of my damn money and not to mention time. Buying a car is an experience that I would never wish on my worst enemy and I'm not exaggerating that shit either. It sucks, royally. I will just take the little money that I don't have and have it fixed, ie. replace the fucking motor.

If that wasn't enough I have more interesting news, on a more serious note, I discovered a lump on my chest. A rather painful one. I went to the doctor yesterday who scheduled me for an ultrasound for my right breast. Well unbeknownst to me, in order to have the ultrasound done I have to have a mammogram. So, I'm on the phone with the woman who schedules the ultrasounds and we're calling my doctor's office to have them fax over the orders for me to have the mammogam in order to have the ultrasound. We were transferred six times to six different medical assistants. If it wasn't bad enough that I'm already scared shitless about the whole situation, I'm pissed because these GMI (Georgia Medical Institute) graduate hoes can't complete the simple task of giving me a fucking referral to get the damn mammogram. One heffa we talked with goes: "Has she already had a mammogram for this year?" The scheduler goes "no, she hasn't had to have one at all, she's only twenty-six." That's when it hit me, I'm only twenty-six with a lump on my chest that could possibly be cancer, with a dead car, a deadbeat baby daddy, a job that I hate, with no pot to piss in and no window to throw it out of, who hasn't had a decent relationship with the opposite sex,and a beautiful little girl that is the only reason why I'm even bothering to put up with the bullshit going on in my life. While I ran through all of these things in my mind it suddenly dawned on me, I may die before I even get the damn referral to get my mammogram in order to get my ultrasound because of these DUMB ASS PEOPLE AT MY DOCTOR'S OFFICE!!!!!!!

How about them apples?