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I miss San Francisco. I miss Seanbaby.

I haven't left for L.A. yet. It's looking like Sunday or Monday depending on if I can get all the rest of my NorCal errands taken care of. Then I have to be back here in a couple weeks anyway to deal with more shit. Hmph.

I wish Tiger would stop screaming right now. He's such a little whine-tit. Meeeeeerooowww!! Meeeerooooaaahhhhh!! Iaou!!! Shut it!!

I finally got a car. My little piece of shit Toyota... well, what can I expect for 2K? I hate driving and resent the fact that I must man the steering wheel instead of simply teleporting. Or, oooh! Being chauffeured! That'd be even better. I called to get insurance and the rep asked how many miles on the vehicle and I announced, "one hundred thirty-three seven hundred and ninety-one thousand!!!"

My mom took me to the army surplus store and bought me one of those mechanic jump suits and sewed a patch onto it that says, "ASST. PARTS MANAGER". She also gave me some odd black and white cami print cap. So, I keep the cap in the car and each time I get behind the wheel I say, "Initiate DRIVING HAT!!" then proceed to scrunch it down on my head, tune the radio to a classic rock station and throw it into drive screeching along with Aerosmith, or AC/DC or The Doobie Brothers or The Eagles or Bachman Turner Overdrive or ELO or.... well, you get the picture.

Okay, bye!