It is hot. On days like this, I fucking hate California. Perhaps just Sacramento. Ugh, blarg.
The car is out of the shop, huzzah. Running fabulous. Loving it.
I've got to go to my mom's house, call Sears to come fix the fridge. Not to mention, finish my laundry.
Fuckin' heat.
The car is out of the shop, huzzah. Running fabulous. Loving it.
I've got to go to my mom's house, call Sears to come fix the fridge. Not to mention, finish my laundry.
Fuckin' heat.