is it on now?
What kind of a question is this? It is one that I was just asking my friend Sean for over half an hour while trying to get my reverse lights to work on the stupid Rabbit. Now, don't get me wrong. I LOVE Dumpy. Who wouldn't love an '83 VW Rabbit missing 30% of the interior pieces (including a radio)? Well, I located the reverse light switch on the transmission wedged between the coolant bottle and the air box, wiggled it out, retaped the wires and plugged it back in about 40 times. Half a roll of electrical tape later, and they still don't work, my hands are bleeding and my light blue coat has grease all over it. GREAT! Looks like I won't be passing the inspection tomorrow.
I've been having really lucid dreams lately. I haven't had those types of dreams since Sophomore year when Josh and I both were plagued by some weird dream gremlins. I wake up and feel so disoriented and detached. It's almost as if Wes Anderson is directing. (I have fallen in love with The Darjeeling Limited btw and have watched it over 8 times since the DVD arrived in the mail Thursday)
Stress has also fully taken over. I've bounced my check book by over $400 twice in the past 4 weeks. It is as if my bills all post for payment on the same day to fuck me over every damn month. On the upside, I'll actually be getting money back from my tax return this year. Last year I owed the sate over $200 and got $300 back in federal refunds. So pretty much I am used to breaking even. This plus-ing in the money department might save my arse.
I am so lonely. I see Andy on weekends and pretty much all we do is sleep. Nothing like drooling and snoring together to show your love and affection/ admiration for each other, right? I need to make more time for the friends I still have in the area...YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! (And why don't any of you call me? The number is in the phone book, you have no excuses)
Well, I suppose I should atleast try and sleep. Kill me now.
I've been having really lucid dreams lately. I haven't had those types of dreams since Sophomore year when Josh and I both were plagued by some weird dream gremlins. I wake up and feel so disoriented and detached. It's almost as if Wes Anderson is directing. (I have fallen in love with The Darjeeling Limited btw and have watched it over 8 times since the DVD arrived in the mail Thursday)
Stress has also fully taken over. I've bounced my check book by over $400 twice in the past 4 weeks. It is as if my bills all post for payment on the same day to fuck me over every damn month. On the upside, I'll actually be getting money back from my tax return this year. Last year I owed the sate over $200 and got $300 back in federal refunds. So pretty much I am used to breaking even. This plus-ing in the money department might save my arse.
I am so lonely. I see Andy on weekends and pretty much all we do is sleep. Nothing like drooling and snoring together to show your love and affection/ admiration for each other, right? I need to make more time for the friends I still have in the area...YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! (And why don't any of you call me? The number is in the phone book, you have no excuses)
Well, I suppose I should atleast try and sleep. Kill me now.