It's the little things
Headphones! I have headphones! Panasonic Headphones! There are tears of joy in my eyes. I can listen to music! MY Music!
The world is me, my work, and music once again.
Muuuuusic! When Mike goes out for a smoke I'll sing to it. -and few have been subjected to my singing, and I apologized to those who have.
Oh, and I've got rotten taste in music. It's horrible. Butt rock, Techno, pop, folk... I really don't like jazz, and I avoid classical due to an overdose as a child, with a few Movie soundtrack remix exceptions.
Work: While Mike's been pounding away at our big project, I've been cranking out a lot of little jobs. Hopefully we'll get more to keep us going. It's been steady despite lack of advertising lately, we've been too busy.
Tomorrow, I get to pray the Golf down to Olympia and trade it to my dear OMGSAVEMY LIFE brother for a Hyundaieee Accent in exchange for two dozen chicken eggs -kidding, The Brother & I will work out financing.
I just need the little Golf to be good to me one last time. 100 miles, girl. Just one last 100 miles, and you can be with someone who'll take better care of you.
It's been six years since I had a reliable vehicle. Six.
The pure, unadulterated joy and freedom I'm anticipating... being able to go to meetings, drive down and see friends for the day instead of bringing the whole house, and the leaden blanket of stress I feel driving an unreliable car, gone.
I hadn't tried to get one sooner because I couldn't justify it to Mike, and having some big clients not pay us, better to stay here, buckle down and try to make it back up.
*Crosses fingers* Wish me luck.
The world is me, my work, and music once again.
Muuuuusic! When Mike goes out for a smoke I'll sing to it. -and few have been subjected to my singing, and I apologized to those who have.
Oh, and I've got rotten taste in music. It's horrible. Butt rock, Techno, pop, folk... I really don't like jazz, and I avoid classical due to an overdose as a child, with a few Movie soundtrack remix exceptions.
Work: While Mike's been pounding away at our big project, I've been cranking out a lot of little jobs. Hopefully we'll get more to keep us going. It's been steady despite lack of advertising lately, we've been too busy.
Tomorrow, I get to pray the Golf down to Olympia and trade it to my dear OMGSAVEMY LIFE brother for a Hyundaieee Accent in exchange for two dozen chicken eggs -kidding, The Brother & I will work out financing.
I just need the little Golf to be good to me one last time. 100 miles, girl. Just one last 100 miles, and you can be with someone who'll take better care of you.
It's been six years since I had a reliable vehicle. Six.
The pure, unadulterated joy and freedom I'm anticipating... being able to go to meetings, drive down and see friends for the day instead of bringing the whole house, and the leaden blanket of stress I feel driving an unreliable car, gone.
I hadn't tried to get one sooner because I couldn't justify it to Mike, and having some big clients not pay us, better to stay here, buckle down and try to make it back up.
*Crosses fingers* Wish me luck.