Wasting away in the trunk of my Accord.

With all of the unfortunate tragedies occurring in the last couple of years the world is becoming a really strange place. Floods. Tsunamis. Chaos. Kids vandalizing vaccuum cleaners outside of my apartment. The apocalypse is coming and I don't have a reliable car. The end of the world is near and I am going to be stranded on the side of the road while some 10 headed 7 horned beast is chasing me as I am trying to get away from the volcano erupting behind me. What am I suppossed to do, climb into the trunk of the Honda and slam it shut so I can pray?

The Honda may drive again. Possibly.

I finally replaced the brakes, calipers and hoses on NOLD FAITHFUL. So, I bought a battery too. I might actually have a car that runs on Easter. I hate the crackheads across the hall-either I have become really thin skinned or they are finding new ways to piss me off. I gotta go, COPS is on and I am looking for one of my old friends.

If I was a rich girl....lalalalalalalalaalala

That song is stuck in my head. And has been for the last three weeks. So I am chillin here at work 2 1/2 hours early-Laura is on her second interview. So, I have my performance meeting today with my team leader....I wonder what I am going to get yelled at for now. For those of you unaware of this, I became the RACIST SMELLY BOY WITH TOURETTES at work over the course of one week. First the tourettes started and I said something I shouldn't have. So, they called me in to a meeting. Which made me nervous, apparently resulting in gas for the rest of the shift. (Which I guess became long for my co workers). Then my team leader calls me racist because I asked a coworker if they had helped this guy trying to book a trip to Zimbabwe. So, I am trying to figure out what I am going to get yelled at for today. Maybe all the people around me got stomach flu and I did it because I use splenda in my tea. Yeah, that is all for now.

Beginning of something new

My tourettes is affecting me again.....and it's getting smelly in here as a result.....I am trying to figure out when my car is going to get fixed......$600 for a brake job on an 88 Accord? YOU MUST BE SMOKING CRACK! Well, conversation is interesting tonight at work. I am hungry and could go for some Chick-Fil-A. I would eat Taco Bell. No, I am not hungry enough to eat Grade F meat. Or Purina. Friday is payday. I should buy some new sheets.