the moral of this scene is: never trust a guy who plucks his eyebrows.
The exhaust and muffler on my car have been fixed, but now it has an issue with switching gears. I just doesn't like to. And there's a little rattling sound under my seat. It kind of sounds like a loose clamp. On the exhaust pipe.
What a viscious circle.
Tiana and I have started going to the gym, and it's actually pretty fun. I always feel better physcially/mentally after I'm done. We try to go for an hour each night, but we missed a few days over the weekend. c'est la vie.
And poor Bailey! She has been spayed, which has really hindered her and Jasper's love life. She's been locked in my room for a week, going schitzo. She's so lovey dovey when you walk in, then five minutes later she's trying to jump from the t.v. stand to the bureau. She's a ninja, in cat form.
Also, I have been spending way more time than is healthy on my livejournal layout/profile. I have no life and I'm really not too ashamed of that, which is sad.
I really wanted to go to Boston this weekend, but I totally forgot about a children's birthday party that I've already committed myself to. I'm goign to try and find a nice weekend, so that I can use my camera while I'm there. I think I've passed by the Holocaust Memorial three times, without actually stopping.
Somebody entertain me, please?