MY HORN IS MADE OF FAIL
General public: WOLFY. WHAT DID YOU DO YESTERDAY.
8D Well, gang! I went to get the Good Ship Misery inspected! I followed mom up there and unlike the last time I followed somebody to a place of automotives, I did not follow the wrong car to the other side of town. Turns out, my horn is broked. They think the fuse is out or something so dad said he'd fix it. They still gave me my sticker. Also, D8 did you know it costs five extra dorrah to have window tint? I did not! Wolfy was not happy so Wolfy is thinking about getting that crap taken off!
After that, I was pretty much on my own after bawwwing to mom about my horn dilemma. I went on a MYSTICAL POST OFFICE ADVENTURE. This isn't so much just making an epic title for humor's sake about dropping off a package. My MYSTICAL POST OFFICE ADVENTURES (or MPAs) are just that. Our post office has this habit of MOVING. I swear it does. I'll take one rout to it one day and it will be there. I take the same rout another, and it's ONE BLOCK OVER. Now. Somebody got the bright idea to place said post office in the shallows of the downtown ghetto. This means I'm navigating the Ship through TEENY TINY BADLY LABELED STREETS that sometimes turn out to be ridiculously shaped driveways. After some choice words and panicing, I finally managed to locate the mystical moving post office.
COMMISSION MAILED!
While leaving, there was some hullabaloo (caused by me 8'D) at an intersection where nobody knew who's turn it was to go. I made some old woman mad. She'll get over it.
It was still pretty early so I swung by the book store to wait for Mcdonalds to start serving lunch-type food. I got my first Neil Gaiman book! It's called Anansi Boys and it's pretty good so far. I really enjoyed getting to wander around the store on my own and sit in the floor, taking my time. I always feel antsy when I'm just looking and have somebody with me. I hate lagging folks. It always inspires and worries me looking at the newer titles on the shelves. There's always that "CRAP! I thought about writing that!" that all writer's experience and it bums you the heck out. But then you get to read it because it's something you like anyway.
THEN, I drove to Mcdonalds. There wasn't a very long line and since I've gotten my muffler fixed, the wait with my window down wasn't excruciating. I could even hear my Reliant K CD. I acquired lunchins and DROVE AWAY INTO THE SUNSET...SUNRISE...Whateverhappensbeforenoon.
I chilled at the house for a while and Kat calls. LET US GO TO CHURCH TONIGHT says I and she's like 8D K! So I go pick her up and come back home. We goof around and I get a shower until it's time to leave.By this time, my brother has come home and for some UNKNOWN REASON parks his work truck behind mine, takes the keys, and leaves for the movies in the other car, leaving me trapped in the carport of a bazillion other manless vehicles.
SO.
We didn't get to go to church. BC Instead we had a short fellowship at home and continued hanging out until they got home at some late hour, past the time for Kat to take her meds at home. GEE THANKS DAVID. YOU ALMOST MADE MY FRIEND SICK.
THEN I DIED UNTIL THIS MORNING. The end.
8D Well, gang! I went to get the Good Ship Misery inspected! I followed mom up there and unlike the last time I followed somebody to a place of automotives, I did not follow the wrong car to the other side of town. Turns out, my horn is broked. They think the fuse is out or something so dad said he'd fix it. They still gave me my sticker. Also, D8 did you know it costs five extra dorrah to have window tint? I did not! Wolfy was not happy so Wolfy is thinking about getting that crap taken off!
After that, I was pretty much on my own after bawwwing to mom about my horn dilemma. I went on a MYSTICAL POST OFFICE ADVENTURE. This isn't so much just making an epic title for humor's sake about dropping off a package. My MYSTICAL POST OFFICE ADVENTURES (or MPAs) are just that. Our post office has this habit of MOVING. I swear it does. I'll take one rout to it one day and it will be there. I take the same rout another, and it's ONE BLOCK OVER. Now. Somebody got the bright idea to place said post office in the shallows of the downtown ghetto. This means I'm navigating the Ship through TEENY TINY BADLY LABELED STREETS that sometimes turn out to be ridiculously shaped driveways. After some choice words and panicing, I finally managed to locate the mystical moving post office.
COMMISSION MAILED!
While leaving, there was some hullabaloo (caused by me 8'D) at an intersection where nobody knew who's turn it was to go. I made some old woman mad. She'll get over it.
It was still pretty early so I swung by the book store to wait for Mcdonalds to start serving lunch-type food. I got my first Neil Gaiman book! It's called Anansi Boys and it's pretty good so far. I really enjoyed getting to wander around the store on my own and sit in the floor, taking my time. I always feel antsy when I'm just looking and have somebody with me. I hate lagging folks. It always inspires and worries me looking at the newer titles on the shelves. There's always that "CRAP! I thought about writing that!" that all writer's experience and it bums you the heck out. But then you get to read it because it's something you like anyway.
THEN, I drove to Mcdonalds. There wasn't a very long line and since I've gotten my muffler fixed, the wait with my window down wasn't excruciating. I could even hear my Reliant K CD. I acquired lunchins and DROVE AWAY INTO THE SUNSET...SUNRISE...Whateverhappensbeforenoon.
I chilled at the house for a while and Kat calls. LET US GO TO CHURCH TONIGHT says I and she's like 8D K! So I go pick her up and come back home. We goof around and I get a shower until it's time to leave.By this time, my brother has come home and for some UNKNOWN REASON parks his work truck behind mine, takes the keys, and leaves for the movies in the other car, leaving me trapped in the carport of a bazillion other manless vehicles.
SO.
We didn't get to go to church. BC Instead we had a short fellowship at home and continued hanging out until they got home at some late hour, past the time for Kat to take her meds at home. GEE THANKS DAVID. YOU ALMOST MADE MY FRIEND SICK.
THEN I DIED UNTIL THIS MORNING. The end.