shit... another day another entry. Had therapy today. yeah I'm in fucking therapy. Shit who isn't now days? I started 2 months ago after my "wife" (we were never technically married) and I "divorced" (we were together for 10 years).
I realized I had a lot of shit to work out and decided now was the time to do it. We just really grew apart, there wasn't even a moment of drama, we just decided we didn't love each other any more and that was that. Yeah it fucking hurt... but I'm getting better... and hell, we are actually friends. Not terribly close friends.
Anyway, therapy was pretty good today... getting some shit done. Work was boring, as per usual.
I got my oil changed in my car... $183... yeah... driving a Porsche is fuckin cool (if you are into that shit) but shit... its fucking expensive to get little shit like that done... i suppose i should just learn to do it myself.
I ordered a Gibson SG Standard... and it showed up the other day... fucking broken. I was beyond pissed.. now the place is dragging their feet getting me a replacement. Asshats.
Wow... wonder if i could jump around any more with this shit. Okay... time to go out and run a few miles.
I realized I had a lot of shit to work out and decided now was the time to do it. We just really grew apart, there wasn't even a moment of drama, we just decided we didn't love each other any more and that was that. Yeah it fucking hurt... but I'm getting better... and hell, we are actually friends. Not terribly close friends.
Anyway, therapy was pretty good today... getting some shit done. Work was boring, as per usual.
I got my oil changed in my car... $183... yeah... driving a Porsche is fuckin cool (if you are into that shit) but shit... its fucking expensive to get little shit like that done... i suppose i should just learn to do it myself.
I ordered a Gibson SG Standard... and it showed up the other day... fucking broken. I was beyond pissed.. now the place is dragging their feet getting me a replacement. Asshats.
Wow... wonder if i could jump around any more with this shit. Okay... time to go out and run a few miles.
heh yep. the problem is that you can only get work done at an authorized porsche dealership... no one else will touch it
so yeah... that's why i'm going to have to bite the bullet some day (soon) and learn to do it myself... because that shit is ridiculous.