My 1996 Ford Mustang is not well. The check engine light of orange color came on again after screaming mentally from shopping too much for last minute Christmas gifts. I hate shopping! It’s too tiresome just looking around for the already overpriced ‘bargains’. It’s a drag knowing I cannot afford to keep up this illusion of ‘good cheer’. It’s ridiculous!
Anyway, I ended up paying with my already mounting credit card debt for children’s clothes for some of my younger cousins, whom I hardly know well enough due to long distance being a factor. The older cousins are already working and are not on my ‘happy list’ from someone like me they hardly know as a cousin from the South Bay.
Hmmm: What does check engine mean to me? Besides, having something to do with the oxygen sensors not processing the mixture of fuel and whatever properly, it is a reflection of my woes — the LONG AND OVERDUE schmeal from years ago; my major thorn in this lifetime. And as a result, I’m unable to go beyond my means from a jobless state to freedom.
This would mean to scratch my other credit cards to cover the other open balances. Is this price of being too NICE??? I guess. And that is why IT WANTED something from me long, long ago. And IT WILL get something in return, if they continue to test my resolve! I should be THANKFUL for having a home and free reign of the second floor. But for how long will this last?
Author’s note: This blog is partially completed due to some OLD TIMERS riding on my last nerves here! This includes TPTB. I know I failed on some and succeeded on some. But I don’t care anymore! NEVER! Bye.
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