So anyway...
*sigh*
It's all behind cuts because I'm feeling some friend page love...oh, and if you haven't seen the Battlestar Galactica Finale, and care, skip the third one.
So we go outside Thursday morning to hop in the car, as always, and go on our merry way...only this time she's sick and refuses. She'd turn over, then cry, and refuse. So. I call and cancel my interview with Jean-Ann from AO and then we seek her medical attention. Her medical attention turns out to be A1 Auto on Ole AJ and we get her towed, with guarantee that she won't be looked at until the next day, so we call up one dr_mindcrime to come fetch us and we go on our merry party-lovin' way.
The next day, yesterday, Trav goes to get the car around no0n or something. I dunno, really, because I was having a bitter custody battle over my stomach, which the toilet almost won. But more on that later. Comes back with it fixed, yet broken. Now the theory is that her transmission is going out, or having some problems. She kinda refuses to change outta first, (it's an automatic) so we're crusin' around at a nice solid 20-25. We're gonna go have her looked at by some transmission people when we get school moneys mid-week, until then i'm crossing everything I've got that she can hold her own for a while. We've got some serious money coming in that we can replace her with, but there were so many other plans for that money and we weren't considering parting with her for a good six months or so.
So Thursday night I got totally shitfaced. With grave consequences, as I mentioned in the car cut above, but well worth it, as always. I'm so happy that I'm making time in my life to party now, and spend time with my friends who are in a whole different world, so I'd never see them otherwise. Brought a bottle of my usual Japanese made sangria, but I never drank it. (Wonder who did, travtower?) Ended up lovin' some screwdrivers with Grey GoOse Vodka. We didnt' get home until around 5:o0 Saturday morning...and I woke up at 8 something feeling like shit warmed over and then every 15-20 minutes after that...wanting to get sick but unable to do so. I've never been so hungover that it woke me up and prevented sleep before, so that was a new experience. A little bit of fo0d, like three bites after about 6 hours of suck, allowed me sweet sleep for a few hours...then woke up feeling much better. Work that night was a wonderful adventure, and I woke up this morning feeling brand new.
*THIS*
*IS*
*A*
*BATTLESTAR*
*GALACTICA*
*SPOILER*
if you haven't seen the finale yet, dr_mindcrime and don't want to know, I advise skipping this cut.
Battlestar Galactica Friday night was beautiful. The last half or so put out a different vibe from the normal, and did some major jumping, but it was very good. Very good. I'm so heartbroken that next season isn't coming back until OCTOBER...it left some very grande questions unanswered by glossing over time, so now I'm wondering if they're gonna start doing lostness flashbacks to answer them...like wtf why is everyone so stupid to think that the cylons are gone forever, or wtf happened with the thomas dude/starbuck/apollo/and dee love square (much like the Lost Sawyer/Kate/Jack/Ana Lucia love square) to cause so much hatred.
Oh sigh. So much going on. If anyone else watches BG give me some feedback.
END SPOILER
Went out with my friends today, Robin & Luthien...the few remaining girlies from the originals. Did some shopping, and went particularly to Wal-Mart. Most of the time I can handle ducking in pequito Jeff City Wal-Mart because it's got nothing on Mo-town, but I can't handle going to Mo-town WM anymore without reacting. Like my mind starts itching, and I really freak out in this awe how the fuck did i work there EVER kinda way every time i see the seven shitloads of people in the parking lot. So, as usual, today there was about nine shitloads, and about 5 people who I enjoyed seeing/hugging/laughing with(at) briefly...all of which asked when I was coming back. The nice round answer is never...oh the freedom. Part of me wants to run through the store liberating people. No fucking joke.
So. Shopping. Bought GOF finally. Had to go to Mo-town to get the Special Edition because JC was out. So yeah. I'm probably not gonna watch it forevers because I wanna watch Rent too. So forevers is probably this coming week. LMAO. Forevers in HP world.
Tomorrow I go into work at 12:30 to start register training. I'm nervous. And I'm working a full shift tomorrow, all 9 hours, so I'm gonna be tired too. I'm spoiled by my part-timeness. Anyone out and about in JC come duck in good 'ole Big Lots and say hi to/meet me. LOL. I'll be the confused girl on one of the registers who doesn't have a fucking clue. Hey. That should be on a t-shirt. I like it.
*smiles*
It's all behind cuts because I'm feeling some friend page love...oh, and if you haven't seen the Battlestar Galactica Finale, and care, skip the third one.
So we go outside Thursday morning to hop in the car, as always, and go on our merry way...only this time she's sick and refuses. She'd turn over, then cry, and refuse. So. I call and cancel my interview with Jean-Ann from AO and then we seek her medical attention. Her medical attention turns out to be A1 Auto on Ole AJ and we get her towed, with guarantee that she won't be looked at until the next day, so we call up one dr_mindcrime to come fetch us and we go on our merry party-lovin' way.
The next day, yesterday, Trav goes to get the car around no0n or something. I dunno, really, because I was having a bitter custody battle over my stomach, which the toilet almost won. But more on that later. Comes back with it fixed, yet broken. Now the theory is that her transmission is going out, or having some problems. She kinda refuses to change outta first, (it's an automatic) so we're crusin' around at a nice solid 20-25. We're gonna go have her looked at by some transmission people when we get school moneys mid-week, until then i'm crossing everything I've got that she can hold her own for a while. We've got some serious money coming in that we can replace her with, but there were so many other plans for that money and we weren't considering parting with her for a good six months or so.
So Thursday night I got totally shitfaced. With grave consequences, as I mentioned in the car cut above, but well worth it, as always. I'm so happy that I'm making time in my life to party now, and spend time with my friends who are in a whole different world, so I'd never see them otherwise. Brought a bottle of my usual Japanese made sangria, but I never drank it. (Wonder who did, travtower?) Ended up lovin' some screwdrivers with Grey GoOse Vodka. We didnt' get home until around 5:o0 Saturday morning...and I woke up at 8 something feeling like shit warmed over and then every 15-20 minutes after that...wanting to get sick but unable to do so. I've never been so hungover that it woke me up and prevented sleep before, so that was a new experience. A little bit of fo0d, like three bites after about 6 hours of suck, allowed me sweet sleep for a few hours...then woke up feeling much better. Work that night was a wonderful adventure, and I woke up this morning feeling brand new.
*THIS*
*IS*
*A*
*BATTLESTAR*
*GALACTICA*
*SPOILER*
if you haven't seen the finale yet, dr_mindcrime and don't want to know, I advise skipping this cut.
Battlestar Galactica Friday night was beautiful. The last half or so put out a different vibe from the normal, and did some major jumping, but it was very good. Very good. I'm so heartbroken that next season isn't coming back until OCTOBER...it left some very grande questions unanswered by glossing over time, so now I'm wondering if they're gonna start doing lostness flashbacks to answer them...like wtf why is everyone so stupid to think that the cylons are gone forever, or wtf happened with the thomas dude/starbuck/apollo/and dee love square (much like the Lost Sawyer/Kate/Jack/Ana Lucia love square) to cause so much hatred.
Oh sigh. So much going on. If anyone else watches BG give me some feedback.
END SPOILER
Went out with my friends today, Robin & Luthien...the few remaining girlies from the originals. Did some shopping, and went particularly to Wal-Mart. Most of the time I can handle ducking in pequito Jeff City Wal-Mart because it's got nothing on Mo-town, but I can't handle going to Mo-town WM anymore without reacting. Like my mind starts itching, and I really freak out in this awe how the fuck did i work there EVER kinda way every time i see the seven shitloads of people in the parking lot. So, as usual, today there was about nine shitloads, and about 5 people who I enjoyed seeing/hugging/laughing with(at) briefly...all of which asked when I was coming back. The nice round answer is never...oh the freedom. Part of me wants to run through the store liberating people. No fucking joke.
So. Shopping. Bought GOF finally. Had to go to Mo-town to get the Special Edition because JC was out. So yeah. I'm probably not gonna watch it forevers because I wanna watch Rent too. So forevers is probably this coming week. LMAO. Forevers in HP world.
Tomorrow I go into work at 12:30 to start register training. I'm nervous. And I'm working a full shift tomorrow, all 9 hours, so I'm gonna be tired too. I'm spoiled by my part-timeness. Anyone out and about in JC come duck in good 'ole Big Lots and say hi to/meet me. LOL. I'll be the confused girl on one of the registers who doesn't have a fucking clue. Hey. That should be on a t-shirt. I like it.
*smiles*