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my car died.
I mean, briefly.
I guess it's more of a coma.
"i had no idea there were tiny mythological animals shitting in my filters,
that's very dangerous. how much..? seven thousand? I was gonna say,
I'd like to pay about $7000 for that...thank you for not fucking me big time."
Moral of that story:
I'm getting FUCKED BIG TIME.
*curses underneath the breath*
aaanyway. I pulled off of I-40 on the way to Raleigh
(we were going to see my brother's gig)
to stop at a bojangles
(where I'd not eaten until recently)
and find that antifreeze is pouring out of my vehicle.
"GET THE FUCK OUT!"
meh...we evacuated, AAA, and back to the boro,
to find this morning that to get it fixed,
I'm gonna pay $181 for replacing a hose of sorts.
*curses underneath the breath*
BUT IT'S FINE...IT'LL STILL BE USEABLE...
But I need a shower.
We're WALKING downtown to go get some foooood
(and see Streetcar? I hope so!)
Have a good one!
Love-Mo