subnatural

It finally happened: my used car is now officially registered with the state. Huzzah! Now all that's left is to insure and repair it. Oh, and learn how to drive manual. And then, of course, christen it with sloppy backseat sex with whoever is willing to sacrifice herself upon the alter of my Corolla.

And how's this for a weird day? My boss got fired today. How many people can say that? I'm not sure how to feel about it. I mean, she was a nice lady, and with her family problems, this is just about the last thing she needed. Also, how do I know the mananger they get to replace her won't be horrible? But then again, there was plenty of room for improvement. To be continued...