I was going to rant, but fuggit.
I got my car back! And my mechanic is totally getting a batch of chocolate-chip cookies.
my car, my car, how I missed my car…
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I was going to rant, but fuggit. I got my car back! And my mechanic is totally getting a batch of chocolate-chip cookies. my car, my car, how I missed my car… Wanna lose your lunch? This, to borrow the appropriate word first used by matociquala on lj, is obscene. Lessee. No car still. In a sort-of writing slump–I’m not in the middle of anything, really, but I’m still writing at least a hundred words a day. I’m attempting to do some planning on something/anything when there’s nothing else. I got some things fixed in Taro that I thought were already fixed. Ah well. Melissa and friends are starting to bounce around in my head. o.O ? Seriously? I haven’t touched that in ages. But I like the ideas I’m getting… *insert evil grin here* So I can see things like this: From here, in the comment trail:
No, Obama is not perfect. But how happy will your conscience be with McCain? |