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Your friends don't dance
Sep. 7th, 2003 12:24 pmThis whole car situation is becoming absurd. The people that told me yesterday to call back today said that for them to fix it would be a whole bunch of money in cash. I laughed at him and told him that if I had that kind of cash to be throwing around, I wouldn't be driving a broken car. So this means that I should be calling a towtruck to take it someplace else, except it's Sunday and there's also another car parked in front of it. Translated, this means that I really can't do shit until tomorrow. And the -most- annoying part is that I don't -really- need the car, I just -sort of- need it. I'm so frustrated.
Could be worse, though. I could be this guy: "Ron Hunt's friends and family have been calling him the ``Miracle Man'' ever since an 18-inch-long drill bit poked through his eye and out the back of his skull."
In other, more really exciting news, I went to the -Space Needle- yesterday. This was so exciting. I'm going to wax rhapsodic about Seattle for a moment, so everyone just hold on. See, when Eric and I first decided we were going to move out here, we really didn't have a clue. We just liked the idea of Seattle and we wanted to live in a loft with big windows from which we could see the Sound. And then Eric and I split (because I was 'too much' and he was 'bipolar') but Seattle and I stayed together. And I think I got the best out of this arrangement. I'll refrain from quoting Maugham here, but suffice it to say that Seattle feels like home in a way that even New York didn't. 'Course, we'll see if I still feel this way come winter.
Re-gard-less, I'm in a foul fucking mood. I want to poke out the eyes of everything with eyes. That's right...in the WORLD. I think I'm going to go rent some movies and get some chinese food and be a grump on my couch for the rest of the day. If anyone would like to come visit me, they should feel free to show up on my doorstep...I promise not to poke their eyes out.
Could be worse, though. I could be this guy: "Ron Hunt's friends and family have been calling him the ``Miracle Man'' ever since an 18-inch-long drill bit poked through his eye and out the back of his skull."
In other, more really exciting news, I went to the -Space Needle- yesterday. This was so exciting. I'm going to wax rhapsodic about Seattle for a moment, so everyone just hold on. See, when Eric and I first decided we were going to move out here, we really didn't have a clue. We just liked the idea of Seattle and we wanted to live in a loft with big windows from which we could see the Sound. And then Eric and I split (because I was 'too much' and he was 'bipolar') but Seattle and I stayed together. And I think I got the best out of this arrangement. I'll refrain from quoting Maugham here, but suffice it to say that Seattle feels like home in a way that even New York didn't. 'Course, we'll see if I still feel this way come winter.
Re-gard-less, I'm in a foul fucking mood. I want to poke out the eyes of everything with eyes. That's right...in the WORLD. I think I'm going to go rent some movies and get some chinese food and be a grump on my couch for the rest of the day. If anyone would like to come visit me, they should feel free to show up on my doorstep...I promise not to poke their eyes out.
