Big bombastic beats to make you dizzy.
Wow, apparently this will be the 402nd entry to this journal. That so doesn't sound right.
Anyway, life's been a bit less awesome than I would like. I had been kicking around the idea of getting a night job someplace to help stir up some quick cash, but it looks like that's going to be put on hold for now for reasons other than just my chronic procrastination.
So, Arny (mah cah) is in a state of suspended animation in my garage until I get the money or willpower to fix him. A couple weeks ago he started acting funny, making a loud "clunk-clunk-clunk" noise going around corners and off the line at red lights. I knew I needed wheel-bearings sometime soon but kind of put it out of my mind. Anyway, boring story short, he needs wheel bearings, some work on the exhaust and... ball joints I believe? A complete scrotal overhaul basically.
Oh Arny... if you weren't so fun to ride, I'd have kicked your Hivvy ass to the curb long ago.
Anyway, the usual trend of me being depressed when my cars are out of commission is not quite as severe as I had suspected. Probably because I've been optioning off the wagon when I need it.
Got my tax refund rather than penalty for the first time in three years. $469 (giggle) is now sitting pretty in my checking account. Unfortunately, that'll either go towards fixing Arny or finding his replacement.
Too bad too. I was really thinking about using it to head out to Phoenix next month for my birthday and crash with my cousin for a week or so. Round trip 11 day tickets were only $160. Would have been an uber-nice birthday present to myself. Ah well, maybe I'll get a tattoo instead.
Anyway, life's been a bit less awesome than I would like. I had been kicking around the idea of getting a night job someplace to help stir up some quick cash, but it looks like that's going to be put on hold for now for reasons other than just my chronic procrastination.
So, Arny (mah cah) is in a state of suspended animation in my garage until I get the money or willpower to fix him. A couple weeks ago he started acting funny, making a loud "clunk-clunk-clunk" noise going around corners and off the line at red lights. I knew I needed wheel-bearings sometime soon but kind of put it out of my mind. Anyway, boring story short, he needs wheel bearings, some work on the exhaust and... ball joints I believe? A complete scrotal overhaul basically.
Oh Arny... if you weren't so fun to ride, I'd have kicked your Hivvy ass to the curb long ago.
Anyway, the usual trend of me being depressed when my cars are out of commission is not quite as severe as I had suspected. Probably because I've been optioning off the wagon when I need it.
Got my tax refund rather than penalty for the first time in three years. $469 (giggle) is now sitting pretty in my checking account. Unfortunately, that'll either go towards fixing Arny or finding his replacement.
Too bad too. I was really thinking about using it to head out to Phoenix next month for my birthday and crash with my cousin for a week or so. Round trip 11 day tickets were only $160. Would have been an uber-nice birthday present to myself. Ah well, maybe I'll get a tattoo instead.