Gotta love car repair. If you don’t go somewhere at ass o’clock, then there is no chance you get service done the same day. Almost like trying to fly standby. But anyway, new wheel, new tires, and now brake work, and almost $800 (so far) credit card debt. But at least for the first time in ages, my car feels good again. Dare I almost say awesome. The axle/joint issues are still there, lingering, but for the time being, I have wait for my ass to stop bleeding before I delve further into debt.
Tag: coffee
On the right (wrong) track
Commander Shepard is always relevant.
This Saturday morning, instead of being a contributing member of society and spending my sparing, but still hard-earned money on services and goods rendered that would help the economy, I’m rendered to a miserable, spiteful, cauldron of hatred, sitting outside of a Starbucks brogging angrily.
I hate to base an entire year off of a recent string of bad luck, events, and happenstance, but if this week is any indication of what the rest of 2010 has in store for me, I think I’d be better off jumping off Old Rag’s summit next weekend when I have the chance.
Martin Scorsese’s epic LARP
Now this is what netbooks are for. Brogging from within a Caribou Coffee, amongst the throngs of other look-at-me secret people watchers all brandishing their own laptops and book selections, hoping that other people are glancing at them out of the corners of their eyes. Since the prospective chance that the book I brought is more entertaining then the internet, I’ll keep it short this morning, since I am on a ticking clock until Jen’s hair is done.
Martin Scorsese’s Shutter Island thoughts, in ten seconds: