Well That Sucked
I just had a pretty crappy 20 minutes. I went to walk my little doggy doos around the block and to move my car (standard daily routine in Brooklyn). When I got inside my car, the key would not turn for some reason. I tried bending it, wiggling it, and jiggling it for 5 minutes, but it wouldn’t turn. I decided to try and just push my car (to the other side of the street). So, I put it in neutral and started pushing. Then I had the idea to try the key again. Thankfully it worked, so I moved it to the other side of the street.
When I stepped outside of the car, Scope went to pee and I wasn’t looking and he accidentally (or on purpose!) peed on my foot (I was wearing flip flops, of course!). After I wiped the pee off my foot onto the grass I looked back at my car and noticed that it was messed up looking on one side (more messed up than usual). Upon closer inspection I realized that someone had kicked in the front fender, written some un-nice things in the grime on the door, and keyed the rear fender! Those butt heads!
Sadly, this isn’t the first time this has happened to my car on this particular street. To you meanies who keep messing up my car: leave it alone! It never did anything to you! And it’s messed up enough already! I hate you meany pants!!! I hope you stubbed your toe on my little del sol baby!
Okay, I feel better.
My name is Kendra and I am a newly minted doctor about to begin my residency in Psychiatry at 
Usually when the key won’t turn, you have to turn the steering wheel from side to side and try again. Always works for me. I’m sure someone else can answer what that is and why it happens.
Sucks about your car though!
are you seriously writing about this crap on your blog?
why do i come back here? it’s so unsatisfying.
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Kendra is awesome.
Whatever Elaine. If you don’t like it don’t read it. It’s not like she’s here to entertain you or anything. This blog is for Kendra and her family and friends. She doesn’t NEED to satisfy you. If you want to read other stuff go out on the Internet and find it.
Get that through your head and head elsewhere. Kendra doesn’t need crap from people like you.
Dear Kendra, Thank you for teaching me to LIVE and bringing JOY to my life. U ROCK.