waiting waiting waiting for the car repair folks to call me. I know it's gonna be pricey, I've been broke so long I've neglected the poor car. Since I'm sposed to drive it to Portland tomorrow, I will hope that it can be easily tuned up and repaired for the trip. *crosses fingers*
Work is OvEr for the summer, woowoo! I've been sleeping in with the cat, and he's really happy about that. I've been able to clean up some of the mess I made of this house in the last few weeks of school, everything always goes to hell in June. One year I wrote out my rent check, put it in the envelope with a stamp and all, and never mailed it. My brain is like a salt-covered slug in June.
So, I'm going on a round-about journey, it looks like. When my sister moved from Portland last year, she had no idea where she was going, and her cats have remained in Portland, waiting waiting. Finally she's got a job and a house for kitties, so I'm going to round up her kitties next week, and drive em down to Venice thereafter. Ha! Man, how do I come up with these schemes? She needs her kitties though, and I keep going back and forth, and I have the time and all... so. I'm gonna be on the road with two kitties, and I can only remember one of their names.
update:
So the car? It's bad. Badder than I had even imagined. It's going to cost a big ol chunk to fix, and I owe so much on it still that I really have no choice. However, in true pirate fashion I am trading cars with mom and going to do the kitty-rescue cousin-visiting circuit anyhow. I need to get the hell out of town. She drives to work and back, no freeways, so my car will be ok for her for the time being. When I get back, I do the numbers and figure out what to cut out. I hate this. I feel like a failure cause my car craps out? What kinda bs is that?
Work is OvEr for the summer, woowoo! I've been sleeping in with the cat, and he's really happy about that. I've been able to clean up some of the mess I made of this house in the last few weeks of school, everything always goes to hell in June. One year I wrote out my rent check, put it in the envelope with a stamp and all, and never mailed it. My brain is like a salt-covered slug in June.
So, I'm going on a round-about journey, it looks like. When my sister moved from Portland last year, she had no idea where she was going, and her cats have remained in Portland, waiting waiting. Finally she's got a job and a house for kitties, so I'm going to round up her kitties next week, and drive em down to Venice thereafter. Ha! Man, how do I come up with these schemes? She needs her kitties though, and I keep going back and forth, and I have the time and all... so. I'm gonna be on the road with two kitties, and I can only remember one of their names.
update:
So the car? It's bad. Badder than I had even imagined. It's going to cost a big ol chunk to fix, and I owe so much on it still that I really have no choice. However, in true pirate fashion I am trading cars with mom and going to do the kitty-rescue cousin-visiting circuit anyhow. I need to get the hell out of town. She drives to work and back, no freeways, so my car will be ok for her for the time being. When I get back, I do the numbers and figure out what to cut out. I hate this. I feel like a failure cause my car craps out? What kinda bs is that?
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Goddamned music. I'd have all kinds of furniture and NASCAR trinkets without it.
Mick Harris as in Napalm Death, Painkiller, etc? Kool.