Yeah, so X-Mas sucked. Despite my punk-rock motif and the blaring Bad Religion enough to piss off all my neighbors, it just wasn't the same going it solo. I suppose I should get used to that, though...seems to be the road I'm headed down. Wooo. Life of flying solo.
Got my new car. 1989 VW Cabriolet. Had it THREE DAYS, and the fucking thing blew up. My two rear tires, the radiator, alternator and clutch all went at once. It was as if the hand of God had reached down and royally bitch-smacked me. Keep in mind, this all happened in the middle of that fucking blizzard we had out this way the other night. So I had to fucking trudge two miles in this fucking blizzard in nothing but cons, jeans, and my leather jacket. It was kind of like "The Day After Tomorrow"...except Denis Quaid didn't come to my rescue. I was stuck walking my punk-ass self.
Well, at least the extended edition of Return of the King was a brief ray of light in my otherwise crappy-as-a-kevin-costner-movie holiday season.
Got my new car. 1989 VW Cabriolet. Had it THREE DAYS, and the fucking thing blew up. My two rear tires, the radiator, alternator and clutch all went at once. It was as if the hand of God had reached down and royally bitch-smacked me. Keep in mind, this all happened in the middle of that fucking blizzard we had out this way the other night. So I had to fucking trudge two miles in this fucking blizzard in nothing but cons, jeans, and my leather jacket. It was kind of like "The Day After Tomorrow"...except Denis Quaid didn't come to my rescue. I was stuck walking my punk-ass self.
Well, at least the extended edition of Return of the King was a brief ray of light in my otherwise crappy-as-a-kevin-costner-movie holiday season.
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