An unoriginal random original update of my boring life...
Dear diary (I've always wanted to start out like that),
I haven't written in forever (or, in this case, typed) so I decided its about time for a random blog to keep those of you who are actually interested up to date with my life. Here's the latest:
I was soaking in the tub tonight (yeah, I take baths sometimes) and I noticed a strange black hair growing out of my apper arm. It seemed to appear out of nowhere and over night. Random and unattractive. I hope I don't end up one of those old men who have massive ear hair farms pertruding from their huge dumbo ears on either side of their head like huge prehistoric hanging ferns and bulky woolen sweaters of back and shoulder hair. Ewww.
I sold my 1966 Mustang the other day. It was and is extremely painful. Let me explain. First off, I loved that car and invested a lot of time and love into it. I had some good friends donate several hours of their precious and very little spare time in order to help me with it (thanks Jon and Bart!). I sold it for $10,000, which its way less than it is worth and less than I had invested in it, but I sold it to a very dear friend and figured it was a good deal since it was going to a good home and I'd still get to visit from time to time. I had come to terms with having to sell it (I want to go back to school and I have been working 2 jobs and barely keeping my head above water; not to meantion, I have been out of work for over a month due to a very painful pinched sciatic nerve and am behind on several bills). Nakia (my friend who bought the car)'s dad drove down from Dallas to pick it up on the 1st. I had gone over the car from front to back and side to side replacing the u-joints, tweaking the timing and engine, fixing a transmission and brake line, and fixing the exhaust. I had cleaned her up and had just finished waxing her when Nakia's dad showed up. I was confident that everything was in great running order. Then, couple hours later, Nakia's dad called me and told me the engine had blown on the ride home. I nearly cried. I honestly don't know what could have happened. The car was running better than ever. I haven't recieved all the money for the car yet because I need to get the title and send it to Nakia, but now I don't know what the deal is. I just hope it's not too severe a problem and I can help her fix it. She is a really close friend of mine and my worst fear is that she resents me for some reason or blames me. What a nightmare.
Other than that, life has been okay. I spent a month in a pain killer fog due to my stipid back/leg nerve pain and almost lost my girlfriend over it.
Christmas was cool. I got to see most of my family and did a lot of travelling. My only regret was that I didn't get to see my brother. I miss that fucker.
New Year's was wonderful. I didn't do a damn thing, but stay home with my girlfriend and watch movies and play board games. I didn't even drink. All I cared about was spending it with someone I love and someone who loves me and I did. It was great.
Well kids, that's about it. Thanks for reading and keeping up with me. I hope I'll hear from everyone who read this thing. You're a fucking trooper.
Your comrade,
J.
I haven't written in forever (or, in this case, typed) so I decided its about time for a random blog to keep those of you who are actually interested up to date with my life. Here's the latest:
I was soaking in the tub tonight (yeah, I take baths sometimes) and I noticed a strange black hair growing out of my apper arm. It seemed to appear out of nowhere and over night. Random and unattractive. I hope I don't end up one of those old men who have massive ear hair farms pertruding from their huge dumbo ears on either side of their head like huge prehistoric hanging ferns and bulky woolen sweaters of back and shoulder hair. Ewww.
I sold my 1966 Mustang the other day. It was and is extremely painful. Let me explain. First off, I loved that car and invested a lot of time and love into it. I had some good friends donate several hours of their precious and very little spare time in order to help me with it (thanks Jon and Bart!). I sold it for $10,000, which its way less than it is worth and less than I had invested in it, but I sold it to a very dear friend and figured it was a good deal since it was going to a good home and I'd still get to visit from time to time. I had come to terms with having to sell it (I want to go back to school and I have been working 2 jobs and barely keeping my head above water; not to meantion, I have been out of work for over a month due to a very painful pinched sciatic nerve and am behind on several bills). Nakia (my friend who bought the car)'s dad drove down from Dallas to pick it up on the 1st. I had gone over the car from front to back and side to side replacing the u-joints, tweaking the timing and engine, fixing a transmission and brake line, and fixing the exhaust. I had cleaned her up and had just finished waxing her when Nakia's dad showed up. I was confident that everything was in great running order. Then, couple hours later, Nakia's dad called me and told me the engine had blown on the ride home. I nearly cried. I honestly don't know what could have happened. The car was running better than ever. I haven't recieved all the money for the car yet because I need to get the title and send it to Nakia, but now I don't know what the deal is. I just hope it's not too severe a problem and I can help her fix it. She is a really close friend of mine and my worst fear is that she resents me for some reason or blames me. What a nightmare.
Other than that, life has been okay. I spent a month in a pain killer fog due to my stipid back/leg nerve pain and almost lost my girlfriend over it.
Christmas was cool. I got to see most of my family and did a lot of travelling. My only regret was that I didn't get to see my brother. I miss that fucker.
New Year's was wonderful. I didn't do a damn thing, but stay home with my girlfriend and watch movies and play board games. I didn't even drink. All I cared about was spending it with someone I love and someone who loves me and I did. It was great.
Well kids, that's about it. Thanks for reading and keeping up with me. I hope I'll hear from everyone who read this thing. You're a fucking trooper.
Your comrade,
J.