Billy Joel drives about as well as I do, which is to say, not well at all.
My care needs its brake shoes replaced--$350 is the estimate so far. This makes me sad, as I was supposed to go to Boston this upcoming week to see Kiele and Matisse for the first time in months. My parents (and Lucy, who is a hobag) believe that me driving with my car in this condition is unsafe and unwise. I might agree, but I really had my heart set on going. Any other mode of travel is too expensive--$150 to $200. *sigh* I don't know what to do. I just really don't. I don't want to miss the opportunity to see my friends and the kittens and a place that's different from here.
I'd write more, but it'd all be emo, and no one wants to read that, least of all me. Plus, I'm on Lucy's computer and she probably has hobag things to do. (I think I've called her a hobag on every site I'm a member of. Heh. Hobag.)
My second job is going well. I start full-time the Monday after Thanksgiving. I'm hoping that they'll boost my pay a little bit more. The general manager complimented me on catching on to things so quickly, and one of my coworkers, Dave, complimented me to the general manager because I did a good job today. I think they like me better than the actual receptionist.
I need chapstick. And someone to spoon me at night and keep me warm.
I'd write more, but it'd all be emo, and no one wants to read that, least of all me. Plus, I'm on Lucy's computer and she probably has hobag things to do. (I think I've called her a hobag on every site I'm a member of. Heh. Hobag.)
My second job is going well. I start full-time the Monday after Thanksgiving. I'm hoping that they'll boost my pay a little bit more. The general manager complimented me on catching on to things so quickly, and one of my coworkers, Dave, complimented me to the general manager because I did a good job today. I think they like me better than the actual receptionist.
I need chapstick. And someone to spoon me at night and keep me warm.