look at the delicious cake:
LOOK AT IT!
h'okay. so. I made a gigantic double batch of this fantastic carrot cranberry cake yesterday for this BBQ whichDrSprite and I, among other people, were planning on attending.
about 50 miles outside of town, while going 82 miles per hour in traffic so crowded that the car behind me had recently had to swerve when I braked to take off my cruise control, my RPMs dropped to zero. they went back up between two and three thousand, like normal, within a second, but between the time I managed to furrow and unfurrow my brow and make a concerned, "hm," I noticed that my "buckle belts" light came on and the RPMs dropped back out.
not sure what the seatbelts had to do with it (we were both buckled), I pulled into the median (oh yes). (got enough parentheses yet?) I realized that my brand new used 1992 Oldsmobile Toranado-- WHICH I JUST GODDAMN GOT THE PLATE SWITCHED OVER FOR-- was not currently running. being the smart girl that I am, I tried to start it. it started and died.
and yes, I did try to start it enough times that I probably put a strain on the battery. no, I don't have a manual for the car and so when I looked under the hood, I honestly wasn't sure if all the belts were there or not. I just got my oil changed on Wednesday and I had checked it when we got gas before we got on the expressway. my guess is I lost my alternator belt, though.
for some reason my dad thinks it died because I've been putting regular fuel in it, but the damn thing was getting 20 miles to the gallon with midgrade. I'm not fucking wasting my money on midgrade with that kind of crappy mileage. the past three times I've filled it up I've put regular in, and I haven't noticed a difference at all. I've even getting the same crappy 20 miles per gallon.
well, except this. and this is pretty extreme to be an octane issue, in my opinion.
it sucks having an antagonistic relationship with one's car.
I even got the bitch detailed.
(sigh)
the carrot cake? well, one of the small stars was pretty well lost while we waited for the tow truck. my parents came and gave us a ride back to town, and, well, we just needed more cake!
(long pause)
apparently, I made a decision last night that I'm not even sure I agree with. I could make my life a whole hell of a lot easier if I just gave up, but I've never really been one to do things the easy way, have I?
(why not?)
LOOK AT IT!
h'okay. so. I made a gigantic double batch of this fantastic carrot cranberry cake yesterday for this BBQ whichDrSprite and I, among other people, were planning on attending.
about 50 miles outside of town, while going 82 miles per hour in traffic so crowded that the car behind me had recently had to swerve when I braked to take off my cruise control, my RPMs dropped to zero. they went back up between two and three thousand, like normal, within a second, but between the time I managed to furrow and unfurrow my brow and make a concerned, "hm," I noticed that my "buckle belts" light came on and the RPMs dropped back out.
not sure what the seatbelts had to do with it (we were both buckled), I pulled into the median (oh yes). (got enough parentheses yet?) I realized that my brand new used 1992 Oldsmobile Toranado-- WHICH I JUST GODDAMN GOT THE PLATE SWITCHED OVER FOR-- was not currently running. being the smart girl that I am, I tried to start it. it started and died.
and yes, I did try to start it enough times that I probably put a strain on the battery. no, I don't have a manual for the car and so when I looked under the hood, I honestly wasn't sure if all the belts were there or not. I just got my oil changed on Wednesday and I had checked it when we got gas before we got on the expressway. my guess is I lost my alternator belt, though.
for some reason my dad thinks it died because I've been putting regular fuel in it, but the damn thing was getting 20 miles to the gallon with midgrade. I'm not fucking wasting my money on midgrade with that kind of crappy mileage. the past three times I've filled it up I've put regular in, and I haven't noticed a difference at all. I've even getting the same crappy 20 miles per gallon.
well, except this. and this is pretty extreme to be an octane issue, in my opinion.
it sucks having an antagonistic relationship with one's car.
I even got the bitch detailed.
(sigh)
the carrot cake? well, one of the small stars was pretty well lost while we waited for the tow truck. my parents came and gave us a ride back to town, and, well, we just needed more cake!
(long pause)
apparently, I made a decision last night that I'm not even sure I agree with. I could make my life a whole hell of a lot easier if I just gave up, but I've never really been one to do things the easy way, have I?
(why not?)
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hawksley:
no. i got kicked out!
escapeodt:
i know...it's bloody ridiculous, isn't it? *sighs* my "alternative" appearance has been the reason for me getting beaten up on a pretty much regular basis for the last 7 or 8 years.