I'd been having problems with the light in my trunk on my little Edward car, but my mom's boyfriend took a look at it today. While we didn't fix the problem, we found a temporary work around until we can get it fixed, so even if the light doesn't come on when the trunk is opened, I know how to make it light. Also, I was out of windshield wiper ( Read more... )

Well, my actual driver's license card showed up in the mail today. My picture is completely and utterly hideous, it is probably the least flattering picture I have ever taken. Most people don't have too terrible of a picture on their license, even though they think it's absolutely hideous... and I'd know, considering part of my job is to ask to see ( Read more... )

I want a corset. I'm not entirely sure why... mostly because I think they're pretty, and I like the way they look. Well, when one just tightens them a little, it looks so weird when they get tightened a lot over a long period of time and the person wearing it ends up with a super tiny waist.

Anyhow, tonight has been one of those "Amy's going to be ( Read more... )

Bah, I am really starting to get annoyed with this job. I have another god damn Saturday morning meeting this saturday. *screams* I hate these damn things, it means dragging my ass out of bed at like seven something in the fucking morning, staggering into the store, and trying to pretend to be awake through one more meeting where Glen pitches the ( Read more... )

( setting my thoughts firmly crooked, as D.N.A. would say. )

It is now bed time.

Amy wishes she could bring her Oliver with her to be a pillow.

Me sleepy, me work tomorrow, then me play with catnip boy again. At least for a little bit. Yay!

Me should also call stupid driving schools, and call credit card people. Must deal with stupid thingies that will make Amy's life better.

G'nite!

Brownies. I make brownies now. Yum. In the oven, and will be for at least another 20 minutes or so. Can't wait. Chocolate. Chocolate! Chocolate. Yum.

So anyhow, I gotta work tonight. Fun, huh? Well, I mean, it's better than getting, what, eight hours a week? Anton didn't want to work tonight or something, so I come in at 5, and work 'til closing. ( Read more... )

Hmmm, okay... so someone please explain to me how it's supos'ta ~help~ me when my dad doesn't even let me drive the car when I ask.

I went and got my learner's permit again, and since I know I'm gonna be rusty, since I hadn't driven in a while now, I asked my dad if I could drive home tonight when he came to pick me up from work. His responce? ( Read more... )