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silverfae9) wrote2003-10-27 08:28 pm
silverfae9) wrote2003-10-27 08:28 pm
Much more than 15 minutes
The homeless guy in a wheelchair that I pass every day on my way home had a bubble gun today. He's really such a nice man.
After much debate with both the dispatch lady and the AAA guy it was finally decided that I was, indeed, right and that my car needed a new battery. So it's installed. But I really have to start my car more often. Harass me, people, because I'm such a bum that I'll never do it without your help.
I keep saying that I need to move but it seems like such a hassle and expense to save an extra hundred bucks a month or so. Things keep popping up--trip to Florida, new car battery, bridesmaids dress--that make me wary to stick my neck out again. Maybe the new building manager will decide that I can paint my walls and have a dog.
I really should be working on my application but all I want out of life is to be in the fetal position on my couch reading something I've already read 8 million times before. I keep convincing myself that I'm not sick and then I move and remind myself that I'm lying.
Lying on the hood of my car tonight waiting for the AAA guy I remembered how in high school I was always trying to get people to have picnics with me on the roof of a car, and how no one would because it was too dirty or would dent the roof.
After much debate with both the dispatch lady and the AAA guy it was finally decided that I was, indeed, right and that my car needed a new battery. So it's installed. But I really have to start my car more often. Harass me, people, because I'm such a bum that I'll never do it without your help.
I keep saying that I need to move but it seems like such a hassle and expense to save an extra hundred bucks a month or so. Things keep popping up--trip to Florida, new car battery, bridesmaids dress--that make me wary to stick my neck out again. Maybe the new building manager will decide that I can paint my walls and have a dog.
I really should be working on my application but all I want out of life is to be in the fetal position on my couch reading something I've already read 8 million times before. I keep convincing myself that I'm not sick and then I move and remind myself that I'm lying.
Lying on the hood of my car tonight waiting for the AAA guy I remembered how in high school I was always trying to get people to have picnics with me on the roof of a car, and how no one would because it was too dirty or would dent the roof.