oh, the stress! i can't stand moving. so time consuming. so thought consuming... i'll be glad when it's over. less than one week till my big trek across town.
my major concern through all of this has been how the heck i'm going to ditch my car. it's an absolute piece of junk. a light blue 1984 toyota corrolla with 198,258 miles on it (it's actually probably more like 200,000 since the odometer/speedometer cable broke about a month ago). it needs a new muffler, new tires, it burns oil and there is a headlight out. not to mention the fact that it used to be covered in stickers and now has very unfashionable sticky sticker leavin's all over it's tail end. hazaa! it seems i've left some details out: it has a chunk taken out of the dashboard where a small porceline elephant that i had glued to the dash was rudely ripped from it's home. it says "sharpie, mother fucker" in large drunken lettering on the driver's side seat. the inside is littered with tiny metalic pink heart stickers... and one round one that says "special". the driver's side seat is ripped. and, the interior has random soda stains from when i left a six pack of diet coke in the car on a particularly hot day (did anybody know that a can of soda will explode if heated properly???). yes, the car has been loved... well loved... and is now causing me stress.
until last night. a moment of clarity. U PULL IT! they buy cars. yes. i'm sure they'll take just about anything. i don't care if i could sell it for more than they'd pay for it. frankly, i don't feel like trying to sell it to some asshole who is going to tell me how shitty it is then proceed to offer me two dollars for the thing. it's either U PULL IT or a donation to the goodwill. i'll give u pull it a go. hooray. really. hooray. i need any extra money that i can get.
in other news: i have a gigantic garbage bag full of clothes that i don't use anymore, so i thought that i would take them to buffalo exchange to see if i could get any money out of them. know what? i think that i fucking hate that place. i walked in and the people who were working there were so snotty. i got the evil eye imediately. rude! so i looked around while trying to decide if i wanted to go back out to my car and drag all of my clothes back into their dumb store. answer: not a chance. i left swiftly and gave 'em all the evil eye on the way out.
fuck you, buffalo exchange!!! fuck all of you!!! yes, i feel better now. does anybody know where i can sell my clothes, other than the damn buffalo exchange?
after the buffalo exchange it was downtown to buy a bus pass. god damn it. i was hot. i was distracted. i didn't pay attention when the tri-met girlie sold me a ten pack of tickets instead of a pass for may. it wasn't until i was home that i even thought... "hey, she didn't hand me a bus pass... what the hell was that?" a quick look into my wallet revealed ten stupid bus tickets stapled neatly together. damn it. my fault. i am retarded some days. didn't sell my clothes because people looked at me wrong, didn't get my bus pass because i was distracted... oi. i'm getting in the way of myself today. maybe i'll go back to bed for a spot. maybe i'll call the cute skater boy (see previous entry) and see if he wants to do something. i need to get laid... he he, yes. i have an evil plot...
my major concern through all of this has been how the heck i'm going to ditch my car. it's an absolute piece of junk. a light blue 1984 toyota corrolla with 198,258 miles on it (it's actually probably more like 200,000 since the odometer/speedometer cable broke about a month ago). it needs a new muffler, new tires, it burns oil and there is a headlight out. not to mention the fact that it used to be covered in stickers and now has very unfashionable sticky sticker leavin's all over it's tail end. hazaa! it seems i've left some details out: it has a chunk taken out of the dashboard where a small porceline elephant that i had glued to the dash was rudely ripped from it's home. it says "sharpie, mother fucker" in large drunken lettering on the driver's side seat. the inside is littered with tiny metalic pink heart stickers... and one round one that says "special". the driver's side seat is ripped. and, the interior has random soda stains from when i left a six pack of diet coke in the car on a particularly hot day (did anybody know that a can of soda will explode if heated properly???). yes, the car has been loved... well loved... and is now causing me stress.
until last night. a moment of clarity. U PULL IT! they buy cars. yes. i'm sure they'll take just about anything. i don't care if i could sell it for more than they'd pay for it. frankly, i don't feel like trying to sell it to some asshole who is going to tell me how shitty it is then proceed to offer me two dollars for the thing. it's either U PULL IT or a donation to the goodwill. i'll give u pull it a go. hooray. really. hooray. i need any extra money that i can get.
in other news: i have a gigantic garbage bag full of clothes that i don't use anymore, so i thought that i would take them to buffalo exchange to see if i could get any money out of them. know what? i think that i fucking hate that place. i walked in and the people who were working there were so snotty. i got the evil eye imediately. rude! so i looked around while trying to decide if i wanted to go back out to my car and drag all of my clothes back into their dumb store. answer: not a chance. i left swiftly and gave 'em all the evil eye on the way out.
fuck you, buffalo exchange!!! fuck all of you!!! yes, i feel better now. does anybody know where i can sell my clothes, other than the damn buffalo exchange?
after the buffalo exchange it was downtown to buy a bus pass. god damn it. i was hot. i was distracted. i didn't pay attention when the tri-met girlie sold me a ten pack of tickets instead of a pass for may. it wasn't until i was home that i even thought... "hey, she didn't hand me a bus pass... what the hell was that?" a quick look into my wallet revealed ten stupid bus tickets stapled neatly together. damn it. my fault. i am retarded some days. didn't sell my clothes because people looked at me wrong, didn't get my bus pass because i was distracted... oi. i'm getting in the way of myself today. maybe i'll go back to bed for a spot. maybe i'll call the cute skater boy (see previous entry) and see if he wants to do something. i need to get laid... he he, yes. i have an evil plot...
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mia:
nice profile picture. Come visit me now!!!!!
mia:
oh.. hey, we have two of the same favorite artists too. Wow, we have something in common. I guess that means you should come to Idaho. I might be getting a job at a neat place. yes. I have an interview tomorrow for a kind of neat place. COME here, NOW!