Friday, May 16, 2003 Uh-oh.
Uh-OH. We're in trouble
something come along gonna burst our bubble
I use the coupled "we" here. What burst in this case, was not a "bubble" but a "radiator" in "The Big Car That Eats Money". Oh, they told me so. My entire family got as close to holding a car-purchasing intervention as they could without being in the same state. "It'll run great," they cackled, "'til you get sodomized on parts." Seriously, my mother said that. OK, no. But something close, and did I listen? Nope.
So far, The Big Car That Eats Money has eaten 800 dollars this week, which means that the little moths are leaving my wallet. They object to my poverty, and also to my personal odor, and one of them heard a rumor that there was a porchlight on across town. I hate them, because they are traitors.
If anyone would like to send me money, you will notice that I do not have a pay-pal button. This is because I've been lazy. If you have any ingots, precious gems, or giant novelty checks to send my way, e-mail me, and I will specify a location in which they should be deposited. It will probably be a hollow tree, but I am not sure what kind yet. I'm thinking sweetgum or maple. Not pine. That's a poor man's tree, pine.
In other news
I had to sit in the school gym with my peers and rehearse graduation today. Our handlers' alphabetical order policies mean that I am not sitting with Lesch or Wong, as I had hoped. Instead, I am sitting with boys. I don't know. That's just a little weird. I mean, I'm going to try to gossip and talk shit with them, just as I normally would, but I don't think they get it.
Like, we got "free" water bottles with our caps and gowns today. "That sure was worth four years of tuition, huh?" I said heartily to one of my row-mates. "No," he said.
It's going to be a long bloody Sunday. posted by Frenz | 5/16/2003 05:01:00 PM
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