My Car Hates Me...

!@#* tire! So yesterday I noticed that there's a split in my front tire which means that I'll have to spend my Saturday (and $$$ I would much rather do something else with) getting a new tire put on it! I swear my car hates me. It's always something. Never anything big, just little small things to let me know that she hates my frickin' guts! Wait, what was that? Uh huh, that biotch is out there snickering at my outrage from the driveway. UGH!