You gotta love Mrs. Finklebaumstein.

Mrs. Finklebaumstein, Oh Mrs. Finklebaumstein. What it must be like to be you, or your cat Gretel for that matter. I understand how you prefer Metamucil because it is not chalky, but I just can't seem to understand why you and Saul can't seem to get along with your neighbors, the Schwartenfelds. She might have stolen your Gefilte fish recipe, but I am sure that yours will be the best because It was it was made with gesphitza.

Saturday mornings.....

I have always loved Saturday mornings, except while in college. As a child, we all got up early to watch cartoons until our parents finally got their lazy butts out of bed to pour us a bowl of Cornflakes. As we entered high school, we hung out with our friends till the wee hours of the morning. College brought us to partying late friday nights and waiting to order breakfast at Denny's while the sun was starting to rise. Now, I have come full circle. I used to go with my friend CJ to tow cars on Saturday mornings, but it seems that he has fallen off the earth- this was aroung the time when I asked him for help to fix my brakes. Now, I do things. And stuff. But I got to get out and do something on Saturdays, even if that is dousing my car in gasoline. I can't wait for tomorrow because it is..........another Saturday morning.

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.