In which I make the best of it.
I stopped for gas on the way out of town, and in spite of my nice interview clothes I took a look underneath the jeep. The exhaust has rusted out. Parts of it are hanging down all over the place, and so I called and canceled my appointment because if I’d driven to Iowa City like that, sections of exhaust would have ended up all over.
I’ve been told I need to take it to a shop. I can’t afford that so I’m quasi-carless. I’ll probably drive it around in town anyway.
In lieu of going to Iowa City, AmmZon took me to lunch at India Cafe. Here is my lunch:
Hah! That’s not really my lunch. Just an image of it.
Then I accompanied Her Tallness to the yarn store so she could buy yarn and needles for this project. Here is an image of some yarn:
Now she’s at work rubbing people for money, and I am home.
I need find some mechanical person to ask if I can just rip out the fucking exhaust and drive around without fuming myself to death or not. If I can just remove the dangling parts, that will do until I can afford to fix it.
In other news, here’s some MP3 love for y’all. Hey Vuboq! Here’s Dick and Jane. Hey Scott! Here’s Pretty. Hey everyone else! If you haven’t listened to my new bisexual hooker junkie Jew rapper celebrity crush yet, you should click too, ’cause it’s Mickey Avalon (“call me Mr Riiiiight”) and we are so slummin’ now, bitches. Check this lyric:
Baby was Jen’s best friend
and maybe if you were lucky
licky licky sucky sucky
Mickey Mickey, fuck me fuck me
more junk in her trunk than a Honda
I know you wanna do the Jane FondaOne, two, three, four
get your booty on the dance floor
work it out, shake it little momma
lemme see you do the Jane Fonda
You just can’t write a rap lyric like that! AND I DEFY YOU TO TRY! *collapses into giggles* No, seriously though. It’s strangely charming. He’s really quite smart; his lyrics are clever in their way. I lurve him.
Now I’m going to do AmmZon’s taxes. I’m supposed to be fixing this form, but the server’s installation of Perl is all fucked up and it won’t run cgi scripts for me. Talk about a cute error: “Perhaps the capitalisation of ‘mysql’ isn’t right”?!? WTF, box. I don’t have root on it, it’s a hosting service, so there’s a ticket open.
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Re: exhaust…. Tom hasn’t had one on his car in …2 years???
His fell off when he was on way to FLD to work in the winter. He has had it welded, but it falls off.
So he ripped it all out from the catalytic converter back.
No fumes, but there is a downside. There is always a downside
Downside – ITS LOUD. Really loud, like can hear him coming 3 blks away loud.
the loud doesn’t bother his harley riding butt. Ive never been gassed when riding in it
It does get WARM in the car tho
Nothin’ more ghetto than that! -m
It’s ghetto but the son of a bitch gets 28mpg, so its a keeper… and tommy likes it , so…. yea
28 mpg is HOTT, mama! đŸ˜‰ -m
I wasn’t hungry but I am now after looking at the photo. And I shouldn’t probably eat anything as I feel funny when I get up in 5 hours….
If the mechanic person is hot, please take a photo of him as well. please. Then, I will do the Jane Fonda đŸ™‚
LOL! -m