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Dear Daisuke Asakura:
You have officially become my muse. I can't design/sew/draw/make anything related to clothing or jewelry that doesn't scream Visual Kei or funkyretrovintageawesomeness. I'd raid your closet except that none of your clothes would actually fit me, you skinny short brat. XD So just keep on wearing the cool clothes, making awesome music, and keep snogging Hiro behind closed doors and I'll be a content person. :P
In other news...
A call from the mechanic just confirmed that Tenna's fuel pump has indeed gone kaput. :( They'll have to drop the tank to fix it, which is not a cheap repair. Sigh. In the meantime my grandmum and I decided that since they have to drop the tank anyway that we might as well have the fuel sensor fixed so I can actually get a proper reading on the fuel gauge, and have the tank cleaned. 18 years and 296,000 miles have certainly made for some nice sludge. Ick.
It is nearly 2 in the morning so I'm going to stop working and go to bed. I can finish my final project tomorrow. I hate cutting it so close but in three days I will officially be done with lower-division college classes for a bit.
I want the Crayola crayon maker. Or just crayons in general. I can't remember the last time I actually colored anything with crayons. XD
Okay, sleep now.