2003-03-16 - 11:49 a.m.
Last night I learned the power of tea stained low rise denim and a gap fitted tee.
Oh yeah.
I also did not drink. Well, much. I had a pitcher of Guinness and then danced the night away. The band was great, a bunch of dorks playing Weezer, Cake, and 80’s covers. It was just like a college party. During a Ramones cover I nearly passed out from moshing about Proper hydration, it’s important. My knowledge of ‘80s pop hits is apparently noteworthy. Which I never really thought of; it was just the songs of my not so distant youth. It’s all pop culture bay bee. And it is my bitch. Good times, good times.
I had gone out with people that I only vaguely know for lack of anything else to do. I’d rather not just sit around my apartment and mope about things. I am again pissed at my dealer. I’m surprised, I used to deal with dealers all the time. I’m talking Auto parts, not drugs here. I’m worried about the google hits now. I have NO advice for how to work out issues with a smacked up pimp who wants his money. I’m just saying. I broke down while running errands yesterday. Well, it just overheated. I am fairly certain, after calling everyone I know that works with autos, that my thermostat is in need of replacing. Which I though was a big deal, but it’s not. My dealer gave me some lip when I called enquiring about the part. It’s $59 and must be installed by them. Or it voids my warranty. I told them that the car wasn’t covered by warranty. In your face bitch! Yeah! But they still wouldn’t sell me the part unless they installed it. Fuckers. I’m not paying for them to do anything with the car. They can’t touch it. Besides, it would take 3 days and I don’t get a loaner or anything anymore. Screw them. So I checked around. Kragen has one for 15 bucks and they’ll loan me the tools to install it. So, I’ll be doing some auto repair work this afternoon. Go me. Perhaps I’ll keep all greasy and go out again tonight. I doubt it, dirt and I are not friends. It makes me nervous. And really, I’m not blue collar. Unless it’s combed Egyptian poplin.
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