The King of Threads
Is to cite explicit examples of recent shaftings.
As usual, my jalopy decided that it should have died several years ago and has once again presented me with a three-digit (that's hundreds in money we're talking about) process of vehicular-defribulation. It's about the 20th time something like this has happened in the past four years. The most recent debacle was chronicled in this lengthy Livejournal entry from March and involved a $1,200 transmission replacement. I can't afford to fix the thing so I'm just glad my parents recently got their $100,000 sinkhole settlement and will be able to help out. If not, I'd probly' send the thing to be blown up by the Mythbusters.
A fitting end for my noble steed.
I was partially shafted by a scholarship program of my school's (although I can't really complain, since they are giving me money) when I found out that two of the three people donating money to me are actually not. The pleasent surprise arrived at my home--addressed to my parents--in the form of a bill for $290. Yaaaaaaaaaay.
The next heterosexual male at my conservative Christian college who gently caresses my bottom and compliments my gorgeous new hairstyle will be mercilessly dropkicked in the chest. And pleasently thanked for the comment.
I was recently asked about my haircut preferences by a friend, who wondered if I preferred the way it looks now or the way it looked last week. I responded, "Whatever attracts the most laydeeeehz. Then a girl walked by and said, "Hey, nice haircut!" Then I looked at my friend and gave her an amorous kitten growl.
So I guess things are looking up.
As usual, my jalopy decided that it should have died several years ago and has once again presented me with a three-digit (that's hundreds in money we're talking about) process of vehicular-defribulation. It's about the 20th time something like this has happened in the past four years. The most recent debacle was chronicled in this lengthy Livejournal entry from March and involved a $1,200 transmission replacement. I can't afford to fix the thing so I'm just glad my parents recently got their $100,000 sinkhole settlement and will be able to help out. If not, I'd probly' send the thing to be blown up by the Mythbusters.
A fitting end for my noble steed.
I was partially shafted by a scholarship program of my school's (although I can't really complain, since they are giving me money) when I found out that two of the three people donating money to me are actually not. The pleasent surprise arrived at my home--addressed to my parents--in the form of a bill for $290. Yaaaaaaaaaay.
The next heterosexual male at my conservative Christian college who gently caresses my bottom and compliments my gorgeous new hairstyle will be mercilessly dropkicked in the chest. And pleasently thanked for the comment.
I was recently asked about my haircut preferences by a friend, who wondered if I preferred the way it looks now or the way it looked last week. I responded, "Whatever attracts the most laydeeeehz. Then a girl walked by and said, "Hey, nice haircut!" Then I looked at my friend and gave her an amorous kitten growl.
So I guess things are looking up.