Friday, December 31, 2004

Out With The Old

Well now, this year certainly was eventful, wasn't it? The end of an old relationship (we're still good friends) and the beginning of a new one (my Morgan, of course.) New car, new pet and a new cell phone (silly thing to mention, but new nonetheless.) Why is time flying by now that I'm 25? What happened to summer hanging on for years instead of weeks? Where did the summer go?

Morgan and I are sticking close to my area tonight ($10 cover, per person, for the Metal Sludge thing tonight; um no.) We'll cruise Tusc and tease ricers, and hang out with the Turtle for New Year's. Maybe go to a bar, but I doubt it. Nothing too stressful, but fun nonetheless.

Ah yes, Lisa got a camera phone today. This phone to be exact. It's through Sprint PCS and seems to be pretty cool. Now if only my phone was actually activated so I could send images. I guess it can take up until 8PM (I got the phone at 2PM) for it to be turned on, due to the holiday backlog. The best part is Sprint is giving those phones away until January 15th to all new customers! How rockass is that? I got a camera phone for free! Wheeeeee! I've added my textamerica account link to the side bar. It's www.thelawnbunny.textamerica.com. Go have fun!

I must get ready as my Morgan will be here soon. I'll audblog and post photos during the night.

Everyone be safe and enjoy yourselves.

That is all.

More "I Want"

Someone has a bad case of the wants as of late. It'll come in handy when I win the lottery, I guess...

I bring you the best thing ever for Morgan and my useless driving. We'll never get lost again, unless we want to. LOL
Streets and Trips W/GPS Thing

That is all.

Thursday, December 30, 2004

Tasty, Yummy

It's been so long...
Good thing too, as we get along well, but only for a couple hours. Then things get really, really ugly. LMAO

Followed closely with my other friend...
They go so well together.

Anyone have a guess as to what I plan on doing tomorrow night? Hmmmm?

It was 51 degrees today. Woohoo! Maybe 60 tomorrow. Rockass!

That is all.

Take In The Fumes

Got the intake for the Camaro:


That is all.

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Bahahahaha

Mecha has a blog. Lord help us all.

That is all.

Let Me Hit You

I am in such a pissy mood...

Hopefully Morgan and I will be here for New Year's Eve. That would rock out. It's at The Jimmy's club, so that should be interesting by default. I'm sure things will be quite blog worthy, if we wind up going. I'll make sure to take my camera too.

Morgan managed to get the Camaro stuck Sunday night, in his parking lot nonetheless, then he managed to rip our air dam/scratch guard thingie off as well. But the kind guys at the $43.19 oil change place were nice enough to take it off for us so it would stop dragging the ground. Yeah, $43.19 oil change. To be fair, $3 of that was for coolant (none in the reservoir and the radiator was low too), but still, a $40 oil change? Nice, yes?

Snow and ice all fucking weekend. Remind me again why I'm still in Ohio?

Suppose I'll go to bed.

I love my Morgan.

That is all.

Sunday, December 26, 2004

Dude

OK, apparently it sucks to live in certain areas surrounding my town. Some people have been without electric since Thursday. THURSDAY, people. Dude, how much would that suck?

Apparently snow is slippery?

It's December. It's Ohio. It's called winter, and it happens every year.

I drove home from Strongsville this morning...In the snow...In the Camaro. All was well, other than when some jackass pulled out in front of me less than 3 miles from my house. I had a police escort (State Highway patrolman) all the way on RT18. I was happy about it though, since 18 was fucking horrible and I figured it was good to have a cop behind me if I crashed. RT77 was fine, and RT71 was OK. Hopefully everything will be OK when I go back up there to get Morgan at 5 this afternoon.

OK, photos from yesterday:
Hope, Hayley, Hillary and Hope's boyfriend Matt. Those are my nieces.

My two brothers. Left is Kieth (42), the oldest, and right is Jeff (37), my "little" brother. Hannah is in the middle, that's Kieth's oldest daughter (19), and big sister to Hope, Hayley (17) and Hillary(12).

Morgan peeking at me.

I just realized I have no photos of Julie (Jeff's wife) or Tricia (Kieth's wife.) My sister Julie didn't come over for Christmas, but that's no surprise. She did call, though, which was mildly shocking.

OK, Wal-Mart just gets cooler and cooler. I'm a Target girl, but Wal-Mart does have some cool things going on. You can upload digital photos to the Wal-Mart photo website thing, and they'll have your photos ready to pick up in an hour. That is so rockass. The photos from yesterday are all ready to be picked up and I uploaded them at 2 this morning. The only thing better than this discovery would have been a photo printer of my own.

All right, I'm off to eat mashed taters and gravy. Maybe some oyster stuffing, too.

That is all.

Friday, December 24, 2004

Nifty Tree

OK, I'm finally getting around to posting a photo of the new and improved tree. Morgan did all of the lights, and my Mom and I decorated the tree. Isn't it purty?


And, just in case you're weird and like this kind of thing, here's a big photo of the tree.

That is all.

M'Kay

Anyone remember New York Undercover? I'm talking about the first couple seasons, like before 1998. I loved that show, and now I find it on SiTV. I am so dorked out. Woohoo!

So much shit to do tomorrow for Christmas dinner. I may start the pies now because I'm strange like that. I should probably make Morgan's birthday cake too, since his birthday was Tuesday. He told me not to worry about making the cake on his birthday since he doesn't like cake anyway. Silly boy.

OK, the washer stopped.

That is all.

Thursday, December 23, 2004

Way Too Much Time

I bring you the SnowRoc Z.

We are very easily amused.

That is all.

Ice, I Poop On You

It snowed. And it iced. The Cleveland shoreway is closed for at least 3 hours so they can clear it of ice and snow, and the parking area of my townhouse thing is a sheet of ice. Morgan left at 1:30 to get to work by 4. The roads are supposed to be clear, so he should have no problems getting to work. I have to get my Mom's Christmas present tomorrow, yes Christmas Eve, so I hope it doesn't snow tonight or tomorrow. Morgan works tomorrow, but gets off no later than 2PM, more likely around noon. He must be here no later than 5PM so I have time to get the present. I hate Christmas.

I want to smack someone.

I need food.

That is all.

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

I Want

But then, when don't I want?


That is all.

Driving In The Snow

Videos of us driving in the snow:

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

That is all.

Happy Birthday...A Day Late

Well he was with me all day yesterday, which is why I didn't post. Check out his birthday present. I bring you the Iroc hood with louvers. The louvers were a big hit for his birthday; what a dork.

That is all.

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Heehee!

It's a quarter to 5 in the morning and where are we? Doing donuts in the Wal-Mart parking lot.

That is all.

Monday, December 20, 2004

I Am Loved

NeverRunning280Z (5:06:03 PM): Walk outside, and fall down.

Glad to know I have such wonderful, caring friends. Ass.

That is all.

Another Thing

Fuck you snow and ice. The only good thing is the Camaro started right up when I went out to clean it off. That's after 2 days of sitting in subzero temperatures. The Camaro is slowly redeeming itself in my eyes. 45 minutes later my cheeks are rosy, my nose is running and my legs are numb. Hello winter, piss off.

I'm hungry. What's for lunch?

That is all.

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Fuck You, Kidneys

I just got settled down with my Barq's root beer, cole slaw and Married With Children, and now I have to pee. Dammit. And my cell phone's ringing...

OK, that was the guy who's giving us the locking floor for the Camaro. Heehee, dude just took care of my Morgan's birthday present dilemma. More than I wanted to spend, but Morgan'll be sooooooo happy. Woohoo!

Now maybe I can finally watch Married With Children and eat my cole slaw.

That is all.

~Kicks Snow In Its Gonads~

Why did Gateway, in their infinite wisdom, place the cooling fan vents for my laptop (M305XL) on the bottom of the laptop? Just a question.

It snowed last night. Morgan called from work around 2PM and told me to not even attempt getting up there tonight. I guess you can't see 2 feet in front of your nose where he works/lives, and since I've never driven a RWD car in the snow, he doesn't think I should try mastering that skill today. Tuesday it's supposed to be 40 degrees, which is cool since he's off school for the holiday, and it's his 23rd birthday. He will be an old man.

We're picking up a locking floor for the hatch of the Camaro, for free! Some guy in Elyria has one he wants to get rid of, so that's cool. I'm not exactly sure what it is we're getting, but Morgan seems to know and he's all excited, so I guess I can be too.

I broke down and bought the Veet razorless shaver kit last night. OK, the last time I used anything like that was years ago, and I managed to burn my legs in 3 places. Dumb me, I never learn so I decided to try it again. Surprisingly it actually worked! And the smell wasn't nearly as bad as it used to be. My legs were red right after using the product, but now they're smooth and normal colored. I'm hooked, I can't help it. What sucks is I can't find just the depilatory cream that goes with the kit; I'm going to have to keep buying the whole thing with the razorless shaver too. Maybe the regular Veet depilatory cream will work? I'll have to try that once my can of stuff is all used up. So yeah, no more razors on this girl's legs.

I think that's about it. I must now wrap Ally's Christmas present (the little girl my brother and sister-in-law adopted) and ponder baking the cake for Morgan's birthday.

That is all.

Most People Are Sheep

Well now, that was interesting. I've just met the most hillbilly family ever. Now remember, I've lived in Texas and went to school in West Virginia, yet I find the most hillbilly family living in the same town as me. Albeit they are originally from Alabama, but still, in my town. Anyway, the highlight of the evening was when one of the guys comes up to me with a black box. He then hands it to me and, as I'm holding it, says shake hands with my brother. I look at him confused and he's like, "That's my brother." It was a box with his brother's ashes. Nice, yes? Combined with that, and the attack rooster, they win the hillbilly award. Wow.

I'm watching my new Cruel Intentions DVD. Woohoo!

So yeah, I went out tonight. Nothing major, just hung out with a friend, but it was nice to be out of the house on a Saturday night. I was home before 1AM, though, so that's kinda lame. LOL

Blah.

That is all.

Saturday, December 18, 2004

Secret Santa

My secret santa, Kathryn from New Zealand, was nice enough to buy me the collector's edition DVD of Cruel Intentions. I received it Thursday, so if you're reading this, thank you! The girl I was supposed to buy for never replied to my emails so apparently she doesn't want any presents. Fine by me, though, since I don't really have the extra money to spend anyway. People are weird. Why sign up for a secret santa thing if you're not going to reply to the emails asking what you want for presents? She even has that on her wishlist; to email her and she'll give the person her address. Oh well, I'm not worrying about it.

My Morgan took me out to eat last night, such a sweet guy. He was going to get my Christmas presents too, but they were gone. Dammit. Just the thought was enough for me, even though I love opening presents. I love my Morgan.

One of my Christmas presents from my Mom arrived today. I bring you the coolest purse I've ever seen:



Yes, I'm taking that to the Detroit and Cleveland auto shows, and I can hardly wait for the summer car shows to begin!

All right, I need to find Morgan something for his birthday (it's the 21st) and I also need gas in the Camaro.

That is all.

Friday, December 17, 2004

Would You Like Some Illegally Copied Music?

Finally, I get around to ripping all of my CD's onto my laptop. I got tired of Morgan mouthing off about his MP3 collection (over 2,000 songs), so I decided to put all of my music onto my laptop. Now my laptop will probably die, knowing my luck.

Apparently I really like Depeche Mode, Queensryche, Faith No More and Type O Negative. Jeebus...

I should get in the shower since I have to leave at 4:30 to pick up the Morgan from work.

That is all.

Thursday, December 16, 2004

I Drive In The Snow...A CAMARO

A very, very bad video of me driving in the snow. It's mostly really bad video of the dash of the Camaro, and a little bit of the town where I live. There's not really any snow on the road, but hey, it WAS snowing. I suck.

The video.

That is all.

Whee

I feel so bad. My Morgan had to walk home from work tonight. He told me to keep the car last night, and I told him I'd pick him up from work tonight. I guess it started snowing, so he didn't want me to take a chance on wrecking the car while driving up there to get him. I should have picked him up anyway since it's not snowing that hard. He still isn't online; I hope he's OK and not a popsicle, or worse. Poor Morgan. I'm such a bad pooper (don't ask.)

I didn't do anything else today. Woohoo.

That is all.

The Cold Keeps People In...Off The Streets

Whee, Morgan fixed the Camaro. He's so handy to have around, and takes such good care of me. Turns out when the guys at Bennington's replaced the cap and rotor, they wound up pinching the wires that run from the distributor back into the pickup (ignition) coil. That was causing the car to not start, and to stall out, in these cold-assed temperatures, and also explained why it would stall when taking a hard corner. I drove the Camaro home with a minimum amount of hassle as the cold truly does keep people in, off the streets.

Now lets see if I can get my job back tomorrow. I think I can, I think I can...

I have to pick Morgan up from work tomorrow night at 9PM, so lets hope the Camaro continues cooperating with us. We still need to buy a starter and an alternator, but at least we're mobile again. Actually the alternator is new, like less than 3 months old, but the lady we bought the car from needs to find the receipt for the alternator. If she can't, Morgan and I are stuck buying another one, and they're not cheap. Oh well, again, at least we're mobile.

Must go to bed if I plan on getting up at a decent time.

That is all.

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Fuck Christmas

Now I'm in a crabby mood. I am supposed to work tomorrow (Wednesday.) The Camaro still isn't starting, so I was thinking I could use my Mom's car. Oh no, silly me. So I have to quit my job, or get fired, since I have no way to get to work. Now answer me this...If I don't have a job, how am I going to get the car fixed? If I don't get the car fixed how am I going to get another job? Morgan's going to wind up getting fired too since he had to call off Monday afternoon and we have no way to get him home for work on Thursday afternoon. He had to miss school today, but he was able to take his test online, so that's good. So yeah, it's less than a week and a half to Christmas, I have no money for presents (what money I do have is going towards getting the car running) and I have no job or car. Hopefully the money I have will be enough to get the Camaro running again, but I doubt it. Merry fucking Christmas.

I'm going to poke my Morgan now; that always makes me feel better.

That is all.

People Are Stupid

People are stupid, and that's sad.

I've done absolutely nothing at all today. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go tend to my Morgan as he got himself sick by staying outside in the snow fucking around with the car. Silly boy. Since he took care of me when I was sick, I guess I'll take care of him.

New photo of the Christmas tree will be posted tonight. I bitched enough about the tree that Morgan took everything of the tree and redecorated it for me. It looks very nice now, and all of the lights are on one strand. Not the safest thing, I'm sure, but much more convenient. Besides, we have insurance just in case the townhouse catches on fire.

Work tomorrow, woohoo!

That is all.

Monday, December 13, 2004

More Photos

Morgan took some photos of the Camaro and got them to come out, even with the darkness. He said it's because I suck, but I think it's because I care more about photo quality than just getting the photo. So neh. Anyway, the photos:

Morgan was bored. He drew an Iroc hood in the snow. Dork.

Snowy Camaro front.

Snowy Camaro driver side.

Isn't Moragn cute with his Camaro?

Another Morgan/Camaro photo.

Snowy Monte and Maro rears.

Abie in the bathtub. This is an older photo, probably about a month or so old; Abie jumped in the tub by himself. Silly kitty.

Isn't Morgan the cutest?

That is all.

You Stink

It snowed today:

My Mom's snowy car; the Camaro photo didn't show up.

That is all.

You Smell Like A Volkswagen

So the Camaro is a piece of shit. Wouldn't start this morning so I couldn't get to work, and it won't start now which means Morgan can't get to work either. It'll be great when we both get fired in the same week!

So Dr. Dork (last serious boyfriend of over 4 years) emails me and has me call him last night. Turns out his new girlfriend lives next door to the porn star Brandy Dean and her boyfriend. Turns out the porn star's boyfriend tried killing himself last night (exhaust into car trick) and she came home to find the emergency squad at her house. The porn star goes running next door and breaks her ankle in three places because she's still in her 6" stripper heels. In the meantime, she's totally ignoring her kids while this is going on. Dr. Dork's girlfriend's Mom has a babysitting thing, so they got to sit around with these kids last night until Brandy Dean's Mom (also a porn star) got there to pick up the kids. The boyfriend was brain-dead when the EMT's took him to City Hospital, so we don't know if he lived or not. Wow, too much for me.

The Morgan is outside killing himself in 20 degree weather. Moron.

That is all.

Sunday, December 12, 2004

Hikeeba

Twice in less than a week that Type O is on my Launchast thing? Life really is ending soon. LOL

That is all.

Saturday, December 11, 2004

What.The.Hell

Why am I cleaning? I mean really, really cleaning. I even tackled my closet, and am about to move onto my other closet. I think I'm losing my mind.

By the way, is this not the cutest thing you've ever seen?

My Mom bought me the lip juicer last night for an early Christmas present. Seriously, it's fucking precious. LOL You know how I love my lip balm.

That is all.

Look For What Seems Out Of Place

OK, so maybe I was a little harsh on the Camaro in my previous post. Still, could we have one month of trouble-free Camaro ownership? Just one? That's not asking too much, or at least I don't think that's asking too much. Anyway, one of the mechanics looked at the car and said it's definitely an ignition problem, probably a loose wire somewhere. We also will need a new alternator and starter. Yay us. I guess once the car is started it runs fine, so that's better than not running at all.

It's snowing. Tell me again why Morgan and I don't move to Arizona?

My Mom did all of her Christmas shopping last night, which means I've wrapped all of those presents last night and today. Now I need to figure out why our string of Hallmark ornaments aren't working. We even bought a new thing of lights and I still can't get them to work. How I love Christmas...

I'm getting bored with my blog layout again, so you all know what that means. If things seem snarky anytime soon, you'll know why; I've jacked up my blog yet again.

Morgan drove an '04 Corvette yesterday for a dealer trade. He called me 3 times all excited. Just for the record, I hate Corvettes, except the really old ones. Not that it matters, really, but I felt like stating that fact anyway.

Um, blah.

That is all.

Friday, December 10, 2004

Like A Rock, My Ass

That fucking Camaro is a piece of shit. $650 later and it's still not dependable. I want to poke my eyes out. Morgan drove all the way down here so I could have the car for work tomorrow (my Mom pitched a fit when I asked to borrow her car for work, but it's OK for me to drive it when she wants food, or gas, or to get Christmas presents.) Anyway, so he drives all the way down here and the car won't fucking start when we go to leave for his house. When he finally did get it started, after 15 minutes of dicking with it, the alternator is making some horrid squealing noise. So he is driving it home, with my cell phone, so he can get to work tomorrow. I'm either driving my Mom's car to work tomorrow, or I'm getting fired; easy as that. It's nice that we wasted the gas, and put the extra 130 miles on the car for nothing. Grrrrrrrrrrr.

I'm going to bed.

That is all.

Thursday, December 09, 2004

Mmmmmmm

Mmmmm, LaPaglia had on glasses in the first couple seconds of Without A Trace. Yummy.

I have to drive Morgan home after he gets the car here tonight. Lets hope it doesn't die on me on the way there or on the way home, or on the way to/from work tomorrow.

I must watch more LaPaglia.

That is all.

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RIP Dimebag
I met him, and Vinnie Paul, when I lived in Dallas (my ex-husband's friend Maxie lived next door to them when he was young; his Dad still lived in that house.) Hung out with them once or twice, in fact, and they were both really cool dudes. Why people are so fucking stupid is beyond me. Why go to a show, just to run on stage and start shooting people?

That is all.

Jeebus

The Camaro doesn't like me. This I've learned. He decided to start stalling, then didn't even start this afternoon when Morgan was leaving for work. Finally Morgan got him to start, but with a lot of cussing and prodding. Damn car. Hopefully the guys at work can fix it for us tonight while Morgan's there. Again, I'm so glad he works at a Chevy dealer. LOL

Last night Morgan and I went to the mall, World Market, K-Mart and Wal-Mart. Nothing major occurred, but it was fun. We're not going to the Christmas party tonight. I wish he'd have simply told me he didn't want to go, instead of having me tell my boss I was brining a guest. Now I have to pay $25 for Morgan's dinner since we're not showing up, and I may have to pay for mine too. Dammit. I only make $75 a week (12/hrs a week), so that's gonna sting. My first pay will have 4 days because of the one day I worked last week, but still, I wish he'd have told me he didn't want to go.

Some new photos:

Look, it's a 1LE Camaro (big photo)! OK, not really, but apparently people think it is because of the grille Morgan installed.


Our Christmas tree (big photo.) It needs more lights and more ornaments, dammit.

Wonder what I was doing (big photo) on my way to/from work this week? Is it any wonder Morgan doesn't want me driving the Camaro?

Bah, it's cold.

That is all.

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Concert Update

Um, woohoo! I can't wait!

Guess Morgan's not going with me to the Christmas party on Thursday. Whatever, I'll go by myself.

Bleh, I'm going to bed.

That is all.

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Huh?

I live in Ohio. It's the 2nd week of December. Our thermometer said it's 70 degrees. What the fuck is going on? It looks like Springtime outside.

My cell phone sucks. If you've tried calling me, and I didn't answer, just leave a voicemail. The phone will ring on your end, but won't ring here so I don't know anyone is calling me. Fuck Alltell!

That is all.

Holy Shit!

It's a Smits-A-Thon on TNT. Woohoo! Glad I took a nap this afternoon.

Holy shit! Type O on my Launch station thingie twice in one month? The world is ending.

That is all.

Fuck You, Blogger

I had a whole nice post and Blogger fucking ate it. I'll try to remember what I babbled about, but it was 7 or 8 hours ago, so it may be difficult. Grrrrrr.

OK, I did absolutely nothing at work today. Well, I answered the phone and bitched about the computer's hard drive. I don't work again until Wednesday, so hopefully I'll have more to do then. I may even get to go to another auto auction. Woohoo! On a similar note, I was offered another job today. I turned it down, though, since it's the same hours, less money and I can't wear jeans to work. What can I say, the cars do it for me. LOL

I'm boogery. Thankfully that's all, though. I didn't wind up with the flu, nor did I wind up with a sinus infection. I'm amazed I didn't have to go to the doctor.

Morgan managed to stall the car out tonight, with his hair. He was investigating a vacuum leak when his hair was caught in either the alternator or the serpentine belt. He's OK, except for some missing hair and a sore head. He managed to get the serpentine belt back on the car (it went flying off when he ripped his hair out) with only whapping his arm. Poor Morgan.

I have two Christmas parties to attend this year. I've not been to an "official" Christmas party since 99. That year I attended my boyfriend's company party, and his Mason party. This year my party is Thursday the 9th at a restaurant close to the car lot, and Morgan's is Christmas Eve at some bar. My Christmas party is having an Elvis impersonator. This I can't wait to see. LOL

I had one of those "randomize your media player then list the first 10 songs" lists, but I don't feel like doing that again.

That is all.

Sunday, December 05, 2004

We're In The Ghetto, Aren't We?

Whee, I got to see the Cleveland lights last night. The Morgan took us downtown to fuck around, and tease VW's, in the Camaro. It's really pretty downtown; if you have a chance and are close to Cleveland, make sure you get down there to check it out.

Morgan installed the Sony head unit last night (head unit out of my GTI.) Took longer than it should have, but that's because the head unit was too long for the stereo hole in the Camaro. That's OK, he figured it out because he is Chevrolet Service. LOL

We will decorate the Christmas tree today, dammit!

That is all.

Saturday, December 04, 2004

Is That Burning Flesh I Smell?

While dicking around with our new car stereo, I think I electrocuted myself. Albeit, I couldn't have electrocuted myself too badly if I only "think" I did, but my arm did start tingling and felt weird for about a half hour afterwards. Morgan picked up (at work) a factory Delco CD stereo from a 94 Firebird. Rockass, except the CD player doesn't work. You can hear the CD spinning, but it errors and spits the CD out of the player. I tore the stereo out of the dash to see if I could fix it (Morgan has a habit of hooking stuff up backwards {Kanan to Morgan: "Are the jumpers hooked up backwards?"}), and noticed that the back of the stereo has 4 connectors, but we only have 3 connectors in our wiring thing. The back of the stereo connection points are labeled 20-11-10-4, with "11" being the one without a corresponding wiring thing. I called AutoZone and, of course, the guy was totally useless. I guess Morgan and I will have to keep messing with it until one of us figures it out (probably me, LOL.) Ideas? Anyone, anyone?

Waiting on dinner; mmmmmm, stuffed shells.

That is all.

Minivan Schminivan

My first day of work I get to travel to the Akron Auto Auction with Lisa #1, so we could bring back a 95 Dodge Caravan. I hate minivans. Hate.Them. I also hate SUV's, but I won't get into that right now. In all honesty the Caravan wasn't that bad, but I still hate minivans. Could it have anything to do with the fact that most of the people who run me off the road/almost hit me are in a minivan? Nah, never. So yeah, the new job is rockass and I'm sure I'll do fine with it.

Have I mentioned how much the US Postal Service sucks ass? I'm waiting for things that were mailed Tuesday, and were only 2 states away. I know it's close to Christmas, but I don't see UPS or FedEx using that as an excuse. Nooooooo, they're on-time so why can't the post office be on-time as well? For 37 cents just to mail a piece of paper, I want my shit there in a timely manner.

Thus ends your daily rant.

That is all.

Friday, December 03, 2004

Can I Call You Dickweed?

So yeah, apparently Morgan doesn't want everyone to know how awesome I am. Instead, he insists upon my telling everyone I suck. While I admit, I do have my moments, I am usually very rockass. Oh, and modest too. LOL

Today I ran him to work, then drove home and took a nap. I hate being sick as I can't sleep at night for some reason. Well, last night someone kept me awake with his snoring (in all fairness, he only snores when he's sick), and I couldn't get comfy. Not even the goldfish helped me sleep; even after Morgan was nice and braved the wall so I could have the goldfish. I plan on going to bed in about 25 minutes or so, and hopefully I'll be able to sleep through the night. I have to be up at 11AM for my new job! I start tomorrow at 1PM, but my regular hours are Monday-Friday 9AM-1PM. How rockass is that? Once I've worked there a bit and caught up everything that needs paid, I'm going to find some cool stuff to decorate my office. Woohoo! I have an office. Yes, I rock. ; )

Um, the Camaro is a pimp.

That is all.

Thursday, December 02, 2004

I Really, Really Suck

I was supposed to blog about how much I suck. So there we are. I suck.

That is all.

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Let Me Smack You

Whee, guess who is now the title girl/errand bitch for a local car lot? Me! I start at 1PM on Friday, and work 20/hrs a week, Monday-Friday. The pay isn't the best, but it's better than nothing.

Putting up our new Christmas tree that is very much too large for our living room.

That is all.

Hatred

I really, seriously hate Paul Shaffer. I don't even know why, really, just that I can't stand to even see him. Grrrrrrrrrr.

Alltell is soooooooo horrid for cellular service. My phone doesn't even ring anymore; it just goes straight into voicemail. I tried calling to bitch, but after being on hold for 15 minutes, I got disgusted and hung up. I'm going to switch to Cingular if I don't have to get a different phone.

Remember, don't use apostrophes where they aren't needed!!!

That is all.

Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Blargh

Remind me to profess my undying love to the Morgan when I see him next.
Fucking sneezing, achy chest bullshit. Grrrrrrr.
I had an interview at a car lot today for the title girl/errand bitch
position. That would be rockass.
Guess we're going to get a new Christmas tree since ours is quite pitiful.
That is all.

Monday, November 29, 2004

Duh!

My whole point of the previous post was to say I think I'll have Morgan take me to Cleveland's Winterfest this weekend. I know the actual lighting thing was this past weekend, but all of the lights will be on and whatnot, so it'll still be pretty. The terminal tower is lit up in a rockass red (evil red, as Morgan put it), so it'll make for some nice photos.

That is all.

Boogerific

Again, remind me to thank Morgan for sharing his cold with me. Such a sweet guy. I'm sneezing, boogery and my chest hurts. Grrrrrrrr.

I feel like an adult; I have my own car insurance policy! $85 a month ($500 a half) since I have a speeding ticket from April of 03, and the "collision" from September of this year. That assfuck adjuster listed it as a collision claim instead of putting it under the comprehensive umbrella. Had the "collision" not been on my claims record I could have went with American Family Insurance for $350 a half. Oh well, I have full coverage and that's all that matters.

The more I see the new Mustang the cooler it looks.

The more I drive the Camaro, the more I love that damned car.

I think I'll put up some Christmas decorations, then take a nap. Someone I know hogged the bed all night long, so I got zero sleep. Between Morgan and the goldfish, I had about 2 inches of bed.

That is all.

Sunday, November 28, 2004

Ah, The 80's

Dude, seriously, the original Cops episodes are fucking brutal. You know, the ones where they are all filmed in Florida from the very beginning of the show. They're jacking people up and all that shit. The one bitch on there, her last name is Canada, she needs punched in her face. Mouthy broad. Anyway, I'm finding these episodes to be quite entertaining while I'm waiting on Morgan to get here with the car. I think I've found car insurance for $65 a month instead of the $90 Grange is going to charge me. I need the car to get to the insurance company tomorrow before 6PM, which is when I have to renew my Grange policy. I'm trying American Family and State Farm. Allstate wanted $1000 a half to insure just me; yeah, Allstate can fuck off.

Cops is on; back later.

That is all.

Assface

I really can't get around Ricky Schroder being on NYPD Blue. They kill Smits, and replace him with Silver Spoons Ricky Schroder? Bitch, please.

I think I'll put up the Christmas tree today. It's not like I'm doing anything else, so I could at least be productive today.

That is all.

I Hate You

Why do I bother getting out of bed in the morning? All day long I'm bombarded with stupid people. Can't I have one day where I don't run into dumb, time-wasting blobs of plasma?

It's a good thing I don't know how to load my rifle, or else people'd be in trouble.

That is all.

Saturday, November 27, 2004

Excuse Me, You Suck

I am excited about going to Wal-Mart with my Mom. Morgan and I need a second car. LOL

Quote of the day, brought to you by Turtle:
"I was smoking a bowl and missed the exit, fuck off."

That is all.

How Nice

Apparently some other domain company bought my old www.thelawnbunny.com address and is now trying to charge $60 for the name. HA! I was going to re-register it through domains4less.com for $15, but there's no way I'm paying $60. Like you'd have bought my old domain name, especially since it got sooooooo many hits. Whatever. It'll probably wind up being a porn site or something.

Turns out Jenny went out last night and must have "forgotten" to call me. Such wonderful friends I have...

This is the funniest thing I've seen yet today, which doesn't mean much since I've not been up for even an hour. Anyway, this is in regard to an auction on eBay. The dumbass sent me a personal check, even though my terms are pretty clear (I don't take checks; get a fucking money order.) I told him I'll return his check, then will be happy to ship the item once I receive a money order. This is what the asshat emailed me:
ok send the check wiith the item and i will send a money order on monday
Yeah, I'll get right on that you stupid fuck. People are dumb. That's the second personal check I've received for an auction. Apparently "money orders only" isn't specific enough?

I think I'm finished for now. I would do laundry but we're out of detergent and I have no way to get to the store.

That is all.

Friday, November 26, 2004

Um, OK

Guess Jenny and I aren't going out tonight. She didn't call or anything, which isn't like her. I've tried calling her, and no one answers. If I had my car I'd drive down there and see what's up, but Morgan has the car so that idea is out.

I want to go to Wal-Mart for conditioner and deodorant, but it's cold and I'm feeling lazy. Plus I'll have to take my Mom's car, which isn't nearly as cool as the Camaro. LOL

Guess I'll go raid the fridge. If there's nothing in there to eat, I'll go to Wal-Mart then stop at Taco Bell on the way home.

That is all.

Blah

I finally changed the date to a white text so it's easier to spot the new day entries. Yeah, only took me a week or so to fix. LOL

That is all.

Let The Annoyance Commence

This Is So Irritating!!

Thanks goes to Julie for posting how to make a marquee in a blog. Woohoo!

Anyway, Morgan and I are now the proud owners of an Iroc hood, driver side fender and dash badge. We are soon to be the proud owners of the passenger side fender as well, in addition to a factory Camaro CD player/stereo and the wheel rim center cap as well. The fender, center cap and CD player will cost a whopping $24 total. Rockass!

Morgan and I wound up going to my brother Jeff's house for Thanksgiving dinner last night. Quite tasty, it was, dammit. I guess my Mom's going there for leftovers today since she had to work yesterday. Christmas dinner will be here; won't that be fun?

Morgan gave me his cold/sinus infection/general ickiness. Thank you, dear.

Jenny and I should be going out tonight. She's going to pick me up since Morgan is working 12 hours today and tomorrow; I figured he needed the car a lot more this weekend than I do.

I believe that is all for the babbling. I leave you with some photos, and a couple video clips as well.

Camaro Revving Up (Video) Revving the Camaro, and showing that FBodies can be driven in the snow (RT18, in between Strongsville and Akron.) LOL Also, notice that sexy Z28/Iroc Z badge. Mmmmmmmm.

Morgan's Neighbor's 91RS This guy's Maro was gorgeous, then he apparently hit something or someone hit him. The hood we just got for $10 is the same color as this guy's car. We left a note on his windshield asking if he'll sell us the hood louvers from his car. LOL We are such assholes.

90 MPH (Video) Morgan decided to go 90MPH on the highway (RT77 South, right before the Massillon/RT224 Exit) yesterday afternoon. It's starting to snow here in Ohio, so that's probably the last time we'll see 90MPH in the Maro until March or April. Grrrrrrr.

New Fender New driver side fender...In the hatch. LOL

That is all.

Thursday, November 25, 2004

Hold This, My Gonads Are Freezing

Well now, wasn't that an adventure? We picked up our new (to us) Iroc hood, and managed to get an Iroc fender as well. So now our RS will have a new driver side front fender, which he desperately needed anyway. I can't wait to get the parts on the car. I vaguely remember Morgan saying something about renting a car (Cavalier) and driving to Chicago to pick up rims as well; wonder if I should try talking him out of it? I was asleep when he was talking to me, though, so who knows if he was even serious. I'm sure I'll find out soon enough if he was serious, though. LOL

I'm about to take the car and drive myself home since he won't wake up and drive me there. Lazy ass.

Happy Turkey Day.

That is all.

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Happy Ass

Guess what I did today? I drove a Trans Am GTA and kicked the rear end all out and around. It hurt me, honestly. I looooooooove that car.

Also went to the junkyard to try and find hood louvers for our new (to us) Iroc hood. No such luck, but it was fun traipsing around the junkyard anyway.

I must try and con the Morgan into taking me to Starbucks. Peppermint Mocha drink thingie, mmmmmm.

That is all.

Monday, November 22, 2004

Please, Stop Chewing

So I should be brushing my teeth instead of blogging, too bad...

I have an interview at 7:30 tonight for a local theater company. I'd make more money for working less hours (9-4 as compared to 8-5), so I really hope I get the job!

Morgan seems to like my new body lotion. He was smelling my hand last night, then proceeded to try and gnaw my arm off. The Creme Brulee is nice, but I prefer the lemon scent (almost always do.) My Mom bought the Creme Brulee scent, though, since they were out of the lemon stuff. She uses the body wash as well, but I hate 99% of body washes as they leave me feeling slimy (ie: don't rinse off completely.) Just smelling this stuff makes me want to gnaw my own arm off. LOL I'll be in trouble if I get the lip balms for Christmas (hint, hint.)

OK, off to brush the teeth and change my shirt, for the 3rd time.

That is all.

Sunday, November 21, 2004

Don't Worry, It's Coming

The RS will soon be pimping a new Iroc hood, Iroc emblems and new ground effects. Yeah, all for less than $150. Who rocks out? We do, that's who...

Today was spent doing laundry, packaging the CD's for a blogger CD swap and going to K-Mart. The bastards didn't have my conditioner, so I had to get a different scent from the shampoo (I use the strawberry shampoo, had to get freesia conditioner). Fuckers. OK, so I have about 1 million different types of shampoo and conditioner, too bad. I'm currently hooked on Frederick Fekkai's Technician shampoo, Aveda's Sap Moss conditioner (it smells like dirt but works hella good) and the VO5 soy milk protein line (Strawberries and Cream). Not that anyone cares, but I thought I'd share anyway.

I'm off to finally get my Christmas cards ready to send out.

That is all.

Saturday, November 20, 2004

Yay

Have I ever mentioned how much fun it is to sit at home on a Saturday night? That's because it isn't any fun at all. Jenny was going to come get me, then she changed her mind, Minerva Dave's in Montana, Turtle's in PA, Toledo Dave is working, Rog doesn't have a car and Morgan is doing something else tonight (which is why I don't have the car, and why I'm blogging instead of doing something fun.) I'm not doing this shit again, please and thank you. Now that I have a job that requires my ass to be up at 6:30AM 5 days a week, Friday and Saturday are the only days I can do stuff without having to get up early the next day. They are not going to be spent sitting at home with the goldfish. Fuck.That.

Ever notice how people will randomly capitalize words in sentences? Example:
You are an Idiot for not knowing how to Correctly write a sentence. No need for Idiot or Correctly to be capitalized, but people do it all the time. Or they'll throw apostrophes in where they don't belong. "Photos" doesn't require an apostrophe, nor does phones, events or anything else that isn't a contraction or plural possessive. People are fucking stupid.

It's Saturday night and I'm home blogging about English usage; that's what I get for being a fool, I guess.

That is all.

Fun On A Saturday Night

Guess I'm not doing anything tonight. Jenny decided she doesn't want to do anything cause she's broke too, and I imagine Morgan'll be too tired to come down here tonight.

Blah.

That is all.

By The Way

Grrr, he shaved his sexy face pubes. Maybe if I complain enough he'll grow them back? Nah, I didn't think so either.

That is all.

K, Then

Guess Morgan's having a wonderful time at work today as he hasn't called me. Usually he calls at least once during the workday, so he must be really busy for once. Also, he has the Maro so he's probably been making sex to it all day. LOL I wish he would have called me, though, so I could have found out if we were doing anything after he gets off work at 6PM. Jenny wanted to know if I would go out with her and one of her friends from school, but they're leaving at 7 so I needed to know what's doing by 6:30 or so. Oh well, I don't need to go out anyway, and besides I have no money to go out so I'd have felt like an asshole anyway.

I've done nothing today. Slept until 2:30 because I'm a lazy ass, then I burned a CD and fiddled with my blog. Nothing too important at all.

Morgan said he would take me to Starbucks last night and he never did. He needs smacked in his face for promising me Starbucks then not following through. Buttface.

Can you tell I'm bored?

That is all.

Back In Business

OK, today (meaning Friday as I haven't been to bed yet, so it's still Friday to me) sucked extremely large donkey penis/balls. I awake to find my driver side front tire is fucking flat and I can't make it to work on time. So I'm thinking I'm going to get fired as today was only my 3rd day at work. I call the staffing place who got me the job, and leave a message (it's not even 7:30AM at this point). Then I fuck around until my Uncle Bob gets to the house at 9:30AM so I can figure out how to use my Mom's jack so I can get the fucking tire off the car. I'm outside jacking the car up in the rain and life is just sucking. Get the tire off and realize the fucking thing is slit open on the bottom; no repairing that bitch. My Mom and Uncle Bob go to get me a tire while I take a shower and go to a job interview (remember, I'm thinking I'm getting fired at this point). So I get back from the job interview (went OK) and find out I have a somewhat new tire for $18, that's good. Get ready to go to work at 2:30PM (didn't get fired) and I spill my fucking grape Kool-Aid all through the car, not once, but three fucking times. Get to work and trip walking in the door. Don't get out of work until a quarter after 5, and there's accidents and stupid fucks all over the road. It takes me 2.5 hours to get to Strongsville. I am in such a pissy mood...... The only good thing is I figured out why my blog wasn't publishing, and how to get into my blog directory with AceFTP. Yeah, that's the extent of my good dayness.

Got the car back Wednesday night. Finally. It now has a new distributor, timing chain/pulleys, gaskets (pretty blue ones, LOL), plugs and pickup coil. He only charged me for 3 hours of labor; had the car 2 weeks.

That is all.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

It's Cold

I do not want to go outside. It's cold, and it's too fucking early to deal with the cold. No one should have to be up this early, unless they are on their way home from the night before. Must not go back to bed, must stay up and go to work like a responsible sheep, I mean adult. Blah, I'm just thankful it is secretarial work, and not Dollar General!

The Camaro better fucking be finished today or heads will roll.

Must shower, before 7AM. Fucking kill me.

That is all.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Hmmmm

OK, how I'm getting to work tomorrow is beyond me. My Mom and I went to the repair place today to see what the hell is going on. The mechanic said he planned on coming in this morning to do the final adjustments to the distributor, then calling me and having me pick up the car. I guess the car is back to not starting at all. They've replaced the pickup coil, distributor and timing chain/pulleys yet it won't start. We paid them today (Morgan and I borrowed $450 from my Mom, and yes we got a receipt) so the car is ready to be picked up as soon as they figure out what the fuck is going on with the damn thing. This isn't good. Not only does Morgan not have a car to get him to/from work and school, I don't have a car to get to/from work which is 20-25 minutes from my house. I want to kill someone. How I love the Camaro, and how I love Morgan for telling me to buy the car in the first place. In all fairness, I know it isn't his fault the Camaro hates me, but I need to blame someone as blaming the car just isn't good enough.

So yeah, that's about it.

That is all.

Monday, November 15, 2004

Been Gone Long?

Yeah, so I've not been around much the last couple days. The car is still in the shop; it'll be three weeks tomorrow since the car died. Turns out it is the timing chain (some pulley teeth broke off and caused the chain to stretch out) and they need the car 2 weeks to replace the chain? What the fuck? I'm going out there in the morning to get the car so it best be finished. I start my new job Wednesday (secretary in a town about 20 minutes South of me; Monday-Friday 8-5) and I need the fucking car. Morgan needs the car too, so this is ridiculous.

My email was down forever; Yahoo/DSL is pissing me off. The Interweb has been messed up too.

I spent all weekend (Friday-this afternoon) with my Morgan monster and it was fun. I hope to do it again soon.

The crappy CSI (Miami) is on, so I'm gonna go watch the tube.

That is all.

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

I'm Old

LaunchCast is playing Megadeth's "Architecture of Aggression". I remember buying that (Countdown to Extinction) the day it came out, and playing the fuck out of that cassette. I am old.

Ah, now it's Dream Theater's "Metropolis Part 1 The Miracle and the Sleeper." Yet another cassette (Images and Words) I played the fuck out of back in the day. Bah!

My brother Jeff and my sister-in-law Julie adopted a little girl today, so I now have 5 nieces, 5 nephews and one great-nephew. Again, I am old.

That is all.

Monday, November 08, 2004

-Blank-

Those assfucks didn't even have the decency to call after I specifically said please call me tonight before you leave, even if you've not figured anything out, just so I know what's doing. Thanks a lot assfucks.

Anyone know how to work on a 91 Camaro RS? All I ask is please fix my car as soon as you can, and please keep me updated on what's going on. I don't mean call me every hour, but one time a day is cool just so I know you're actually working on it. Oh, and if I call you on Thursday and say I'm bringing my car to you that night, let me know if you won't be able to touch it until Tuesday or Wednesday of the next week.

Morgan just called from work and said the guys at work have recommended some dude who was a Chevy master mechanic, who is now retired. Dude can get V6 Camaros to run in the 12's at quarter mile; that's our fucking guy!

That is all.

I.Give.Up.

By this point in my life it's become pretty obvious that NO ONE LISTENS TO A DAMN WORD I SAY. I called the repair place again, and talked with Brian. His "expert" opinion is the car just runs like shit. Well, thank you, Captain Obvious but I'm well aware of that fact. I told him before that the timing control plug thingie was the key to this whole mystery. When Morgan pulled it, the car ran; not rocket science by any means. Morgan plugged it back in, the car would stall then wind up not starting at all. So this guy has fucked around for 3 hours trying to figure it out, when all he had to do was have paid attention to what I told him in the first place. "Which fuse did your boyfriend pull?" Um, hello, I left a message on Saturday explaining that I was incorrect, and he didn't pull any fuses to get the car to run. PAY ATTENTION. It's not just with this, no one listens to me at all. I find myself repeating stuff time and again, simply because no one bothers to listen to what I have to say. I'll just shut up and stop talking as my continuing to speak is obviously doing no good.

That is all.

Whatever

Apparently the second shop we took the Camaro to isn't any better than the first one. Day two of it being there (since Thursday night) and not one fucking word. I called there at 10 after 11 this morning and talked to the helper guy; he said Brian was talking to a customer and that he'd tell him I called. Four hours later still no word on the car. What the fuck? The goddamn 30-day tag expires Thursday and I seriously doubt we'll even have the car back by then. This is ridiculous. We're guessing it's a half hour timing job that we'd have done ourselves if we had a timing light. I told the guy that when I called this morning. What's the fucking holdup?

That is all.

Sunday, November 07, 2004

Teehee

One of the funniest things I've read in ages, courtesy of Travis' blog:

You've seen them. They are usually all around. They seem to multiply from spring to fall. It comes to a point that you can hardly leave your front door without seeing them. They run amuck and unrestrained in schools, playgrounds, street corners, and store parking lots solicitating their good. This happened to me as I was coming back into the dorm tonight. She looked innocent enough. They always do. Had a friend along with her which is pretty standard. I was on my way back to my room when she called me over and asked it I wanted to buy a . . . cupcake. That's right. It's fundraising season again.

Baaaaaaaaahahahaha!

That is all.

Happy Birthday Jeff

Happy Birthday to my "little" brother Jeff. He's 37 today.

That is all.

I Weep For What Was

What the hell is this shit?


Morgan had way too much joy when sending me the photo of that ugly assed GTI. I do not look forward to late 05, and I weep for my fellow Dubbers in Europe. I'm glad I jumped ship while still retaining some dignity. I weep for what was the coolest pocket rocket around, and is now hideous and just fucking bad.

And on that note, I am off to bed.

That is all

Saturday, November 06, 2004

I Am A Fuck

Blah, I just had a total freakout moment and it wasn't good. I think the stress of the whole car thing contributed to it, but still doesn't excuse the complete ass I made of myself. I just hope Morgan can forgive me and realize under normal circumstances I'm not like this at all. I also have to realize not all people feel that talking about something is the best solution. I'm a talker (who'd have guessed, right LOL) but not all people are. I have to realize that. I also have to realize that not all people are out to fuck me over, contrary to what I've experienced with the car and other things as of late (he's done nothing to make me think he's up to no good, and nothing to make me not trust him).

I'm going to show something that I'll probably wind up taking down tomorrow after I've slept on this whole dreadful thing I've done, but for now I feel I must put it up. Long before I met Morgan, I made a list I titled "Dream Man". I actually made this list at the request of my friend Perv (alternately referred to as Marky Mark), a buddy of mine who lives in San Diego. I made a list of everything my perfect man (dream man, if you will) would have. Some may seem superficial, but understand, this was the Dream Man criteria; I could afford to be a little shallow. LOL So here's the list, with (prepare for sap) all of the criteria Morgan fits in bold type (yes, he's seen this list and laughed his ass off at me afterwards):

The List

That's a whole lot of shit off my list, and pretty much all of the important things. Yes, I hate smoking but he's pretty good about not smoking around me, so that's cool. I'd be happy if he quit, but it could be a lot worse, so I don't nag him about the cigarettes.

OK, so I finally find a guy that is almost the perfect guy for me (no one's perfect, I know that you silly people) and I'm going to fuck it up by going totally psycho because he goes out with a friend he's known for half his life? Fucking stupid on my part, that's what it is. I just hope the fact that I love him, and he loves me (I know this because he told me he does, in case anyone cares) is enough to get over my fuck up. Tomorrow I'll probably wake up and be like, why the fuck did I flip out over that? It was nothing, really. I just hope he realizes that I'm not usually like this, and that a whole lot of circumstances contributed to my moment of insanity. Hopefully I'll be able to explain the circumstances more in depth very soon, but I'll have to clear it with him first.

Anyway, I'm off to bed or something as I'm all tuckered out. Having a conniption fit really takes it out of you.

I suck.

That is all.

Friday, November 05, 2004

Baaaaaaaahahahaha

See the nice things Morgan sends me via IM?:


That is all.

Enough All Ready

OK, I understand we live in America and people get excited about elections. The election is over. OVER. Stop with the political commentary. Same goes for blogs. If you used to have a cool not-so-political blog, but have since decided to talk politics non-stop, I want to snark at the sight of your blog. If your page views have dropped dramatically from before, THAT'S WHY. I don't talk politics for a reason; people get way too worked up about politics. I figured my simple Bush 04 banner was sufficient to show whom I supported. I plan on taking it down as soon as I remember to do so. If I want to hear about politics, I'll turn on MSNBC. I know, I don't pay for their blogs and such, but I do (or did before Blogger decided to not charge me anymore) pay for this one, so I'll bitch to my hearts content.

That is all.

No Word

Well no word from Bennington's this afternoon, so I guess he didn't get to the Camaro today. Monday I'll find out what's doing with the Camaro.

That is all.

Almost Forgot

And to make my day all the more cheery, I woke up with a headache.

That is all.

Camaro Update

Ok, this will be a long one. Grab a beer and a sammich; you're going to be here for a while.

Tuesday night my Mom and I took her car to Strongsville in order to pick up the Morgan after his A+ certification class (10PM). Wednesday afternoon at 2PM Chippy calls about the car. Now mind you, I was told they'd call prior to installing a new computer, if necessary. Chippy tells me the car is $585, or $820 if they replace the alternator. I told him I'd call the Chevy dealer where Morgan works to find out the cost of the alternator, and I'd call him back. I called him in about a half hour and told him to not replace the alternator, and that he'd have to wait a while until we could pick up the car as they were supposed to call prior to replacing the computer. His reply was "I didn't know we were supposed to call". Fuck you, dickweed. Anyway, he calls back an hour and a half later to tell me they've located a used computer, have switched them out and the car is now $385. Nice, I'm not even going to comment on that right now. Anyway, my Mom loaned us $200 and we picked up the car that night. Chippy told us it would run rough because it needs a new alternator, but that it was fine once you got going. Um, wrong. The car stalled out as soon as you took your foot off the gas, whether or not you were sitting still. Somehow Morgan managed to get the car back to my house (about 5 miles from the "repair" shop), and then he hit the Interweb. Bare minimum, these fucks adjusted the timing with the timing control thing still plugged into the computer. So Morgan goes outside, pulls that control thing and the car runs much better. We went to Wal-Mart and back, the car ran almost like normal (I even got to drive it home!). The car was still a bit rough around the edges, but didn't stall or anything at idle. Morgan goes out Thursday afternoon at 2PM to leave for work, and the car won't start. By this time he's pretty well pissed off, so he proceeds to flip out. He wound up calling Chippy and screaming at him for every part of 25 mintues. Turns out the VIN on the replacement computer matches the VIN of our car; strange, yes? A lot of other things were supposedly replaced as well, but I doubt they were. Morgan wound up not being able to make it to work yesterday, so he wasn't happy at all. He did, however, get the car running again because he rocks. He drove it to a new repair shop last night (the guy recommended by Don) and then my Mom and I drove him home from there. The upshot is he's paying $385 to the people who fucked up the car, and now has to pay more to get what they fucked up fixed. The owner of the new shop we're taking it to, Bennington's, said he'll get it checked out today and let me know what's doing. Blah!

Below is what was supposedly done to the Camaro to the tune of $385:
Computer
Plugs
Distributor coil
Put on the scope thing ($55)
Cleaned the intake
Ignition switch/module
Labor

What we think they didn't do for various reasons listed below:
Computer
Plugs
Coil
Intake

OK, obviously the VIN match on the computer and our car indicates they are up to fuckery. At the very least they just replaced a $45 module in the computer and charged us for the whole thing. At the most they didn't replace anything having to do with the computer, and are charging us for it anyway.
One person said they changed the plugs, another said the didn't. OK?
One person said they didn't touch the distributor, another said they changed the coil that's on top of the fucking distrbutor, and that he tried rebuilding the distributor. Again, OK?
The rust and screws are exactly like they were when we took the car to the shop. There's no way they removed the intake for cleaning without breaking the rust off the screws.
The only thing everyone down there can agree on is they didn't touch the timing. Obviously they fucking did as the timing is waaaay off.
Additionally, the car now runs hot whereas it ran fine before they "fixed" him. He used to run at a quarter on the gauge, and the fan would kick on once it reached a half. Morgan said on the way to Bennington's last night the car ran at a half the whole time, and the fan didn't kick on. He also said he can hear coolant squirting out, and we have to keep adding it to the reservoir. Hopefully those fucks just bumped a hose loose, but I'll still call to fucking bitch about it. This is so far past ridiculous, I don't know what to do anymore.

I'll post again when I find out what additional work needs performing in order to get the car back to how it was before it died a week and a half ago. At least he's not being touched by those yahoos anymore, so that's a good thing. He's in capable hands, finally!

I took a break from blogging to spend time with the Morgan, sorry for the non-update the past couple days.

Hopefully I'll have the Camaro back Monday, that would rock.

That is all.

Before and After

Before Morgan worked his ass off cleaning the Camaro:


After:


Before:


After:


Click the "after" photos for full size images.

That is all.

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

Anyone With The Name "Chip" Shouldn't Be Trusted

Goodness...Finally I talked to the guy actually working on the Camaro. Turns out Chip is a stupid fuck who has no idea what he's talking about. The car didn't get a new ignition module, it got some module in the distributor (I think). The mechanic guy was really nice, and told me exactly what he's done so far. Turns out, Chip told the mechanic that he could take his time on the car. Stupid fucker. One guy quit, another is out sick and poor little Chippy has the flu. I felt sorry for the mechanic because he was so nice, and totally didn't know what was going on with me. He just knew he had some irate chick yelling at him on the phone. But again, he was very polite to me and promised to have the car finished tomorrow since he now knows it isn't a "back-burner" job. He said something about the coil wire shorting out, and possibly having blown out the computer as well. I really didn't pay close enough attention to what he was saying, but I could tell this mechanic knows his shit. I feel bad for the mechanic, but not for that little fucker who's been a total ass to me. Cocksucker.

I think I'll finally put my videos away. I drug them out before Halloween and they've been laying in the middle of the floor. I just haven't had any energy lately; hopefully having my Morgan pillow tonight will help me sleep better. I'm so sappy...

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Baaahahahaha

Yet another reason why Mecha rocks:

Now if only I could get a photo of Mecha doing his "You're Gay" thing. That would rock. Everyone knows I don't care if someone's gay or straight, so this isn't meant to be degrading at all. If you think it is, you need to lighten the fuck up, and you obviously don't know me at all.

Still no word on the car, but I'm weirdly calm about the whole thing. Probably because I know Morgan and I are going over there tomorrow to beat some toothless rednecks in their faces. Won't that be a great photo opportunity?

I need a nap.

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Did You?


Did you?

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Monday, November 01, 2004

Gah

My head just blew up.

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Peter Steele

Yeah, Pete does have cancer. How lovely.

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What.The.Fuck

Still no car. I called this morning at a quarter til 11 just to ask what was going on with the car. Supposedly it wasn't the crank sensor, and they were checking the distributor when I called. They'll call when they find out something. Well excuse me for drawing breath. Unfortunately Morgan has no car, even though his Dad just bought a truck (brings his car total to 4), so he has no way to get down here and bust some heads. Let me guess, my Mom just left for work so the assfucks will call in the next 10 or 15 minutes to say the car's fixed. Grrrrrrrrrrr.

My head could stop hurting at any time.

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Sunday, October 31, 2004

Dammit

I just can't stay away, can I?

The only movie I can't watch is Night of the Living Dead. Seriously, I get maybe 4 mintues into the film and have to turn it off. So far today I've watched two specials on the Amityville Horror (History Channel), Halloween 2 and 4 (AMC), Curse of the Exorcist (E!) and I'm now watching something on scream queens (E!). I also managed to pretty much finish up my laundry, and make 2 cassettes for whenever we get the Camaro out of the shop.

I'm now off to make some tomato soup, because I rock. Maybe even a grilled cheese sammich to go along with the soup.

That is all.

Saturday, October 30, 2004

No More

OK, I won't be blogging for the next couple days as I have nothing to say. At this point, it would just be more of my bitching, and it's obvious no one wants to hear anymore of it, so I won't even bother. I will, however, leave you on this cheery note.

Why life sucks:
-No job
-No car (as you all know, it's still fucking dead)
-I'll be home all by myself on my favorite holiday (Morgan works and has no way down here anyway)
-Life is generally giving me a nice assfuck (without lube, mind you)
-I can't sleep

Happy fucking Halloween.

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Bright Idea

Morgan had the genius idea to take the car to the guy Don recommended from now on. Very good idea, dear.

I'm alternating between Ferris Bueller's Day Off and Bless The Child (Jimmy Smits is in the movie!). Yeah, I'm a bucket of fun this weekend.

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Um, No

No word on the car, and the jackpipes have left for the day. Does anyone else find this to be fucking ridiculous or am I being too demanding? I could understand if they told me they had other cars to work on, but that's not the case. They said my car was first on Friday, and they'd concentrate on it all day today. I didn't call out there today just to see if they'd take the 4 seconds to telephone me and keep me apprised of what was doing. If I've not heard anything by noon on Monday, my Mom and I are driving out there to see what the fuck's going on. They'll have had the car all day Friday, today and half a day Monday by the time I get out there; long enough to have figured out what's wrong. I've learned my lesson and will never take any car there again; it's to the dealer for me (only because of Morgan's discount, LOL). At least the dealer uses new parts, and offers a warranty too.

Again, I want to smack someone.

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Friday, October 29, 2004

Kitt, Help!

Where was Kitt when Michael needed him?

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Whatever

The people who are "repairing" the Camaro are fucking idiots. So far they've replaced the ignition module, the ignition switch and the coil. The car still won't start. Thankfully they put the old coil back on the car since it was over $100, and I didn't need the fucking part. Now they're going to replace the crank sensor, and if they break it during removal, the car won't be fixed until Monday at the earliest since they'll have to drop the oil pan. Fucking morons. I'm going to be pissed when it's either the distributor or the key. I'm calling in the morning and having them replace the distributor too, since they're doing the plugs, wires and cap/rotor as well. Second Friday in two weeks that we've not had the fucking car. Apparently this is going to be an every-other-week thing.

Now I'm pissed.

Thankfully my Morgan is still sweet. : )

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Fucking Yahoos

Well it is the ignition module, but the assfuck I took the car to is taking forever to fix the car. It's a 25 minute job if you know what you're doing; he's had the car all day. I guess there's 15 different ignition modules for the Camaro, and it has to be matched up to the key or the car won't start. I'm guessing I won't have my car until Monday, and that'll be after I get the part myself, and take it to them. The Camaro also needed plugs, wires and the cap/rotor thingie. So I'm going to be stuck without a car all weekend, because I was dumb and took the car to those yahoos instead of taking it to the Chevy dealer like I should have. Why oh why can't Don work on Chevy's too?

I'm watching The Enforcer and wanting to punch someone.

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Thursday, October 28, 2004

IGNITION MODULE

Dear called me from work and yelled IGNITION MODULE in my ear. After some probing, I gathered from him that the Camaro probably has a bad ignition module. A mechanic at the dealership had a 92 Camaro that was so bad with ignition modules, the guy actually carried a spare with him in the car. It isn't the timing chain, though, since everything spins when the engine is turned over, it just won't start. That's cool, since the timing chain replacement isn't a cheap fix in the slightest. Hopefully the Maro will be fixed tomorrow afternoon; that would rock.

So yeah, I was stranded in Strongsville for two days, but it wasn't bad since I was with the Morgan.

Heehee, Mr. A+ Certification trying to figure out a Compaq printer.

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Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Blah

Car is still broken and Morgan won't get off the couch so we can figure out what's wrong.

I'm fucking starving.

I really need to throw something.

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Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Right

Well, Morgan managed to break the car today. We were in his parking lot, on the way from his Nana's house, and the car just stopped running. We've not been able to get it running since, so I think it's probably the computer. It'll turn over, just not catch. Either the computer or the fuel pump, both of which aren't too bad to take care of. It didn't make any weird noises or anything; just stopped running. The engine sounds normal when it's turning over, it just won't start. The fluid levels are all fine, and it's not reading anything funny on the dash either (no oil lights or temperature lights come on). Damn Chevy.

On a related note, I've just about had it with these games. Not related to the car mind you, but related to the person who broke the car. You can't have everything, and have me too. It's OK to have friends, but this is getting a bit ridiculous. The road goes both ways. I know, no one has any idea what I'm talking about, and I like it that way. Ha.

I think I'll chase Abie around the apartment while Morgan's at school. I would go poke the car, but he has the car keys, so I can't get in to the damned thing. Probably best, since I'd more than likely wind up breaking something else, anyway.

That is all.

Monday, October 25, 2004

Bored

I have an interview tomorrow morning, woohoo.

Halloween is Sunday. Per usual, I won't do anything special for my favorite holiday. I hate not having any friends who appreciate Halloween as much as I do.

CSI Miami is so lame compared to Vegas. Or maybe it's just David Caruso's crappy acting that brings the rest of the cast down. Yeah, I think it's Caruso's crappy acting. LOL

Guess I'll do some laundry.

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Sunday, October 24, 2004

Saturday, October 23, 2004

It's Clean!

I was bored today, so I spent 3 hours cleaning the Maro. I tore the console apart and vacuumed out all of the cigarette ashes, cleaned all around the stereo and heater controls and even found the light for the shift lever (it's burned out). I need to get to Auto Zone or Wal-Mart for a new bulb, so the console is currently torn apart. I also Armor All'd the entire fucking interior, and vacuumed out everything as well. It smells 100 times better than it did; smoking is icky. I like the Maro more and more everyday, which should be pretty fucking obvious. LOL

I beat a Corrado on the way home from Morgan's this morning. I beat my dream VW in a V6 Camaro. I should be more crushed than I am at the moment. LOL

Gotta go pick up dinner from Domino's. The new doublemelt pizza better not suck!

That is all.

Friday, October 22, 2004

Sniff

For some reason this makes me sad:
Property Information
Type: Vehicle VIN#: 1VWDC0171JV007528 Year: 1988 Make:VOLKSWAGEN Body Type: Hatchback
Current Title Information
Title number: 7703159246 Title status: Active Owner name: GRANGE MUTUAL INS Issue date: 10/18/2004 Title type: Salvage Mileage: 120304 Mileage brand: Actual
History
Issue Date 11/19/2003 Title Type Original Title Status Inactive Inactive Reason Transferred Out of County Mileage 108000 Mileage brand Actual Owner Name PRIVATE OWNER
I love the Camaro more and more every day, but I feel the VW fit my personality much better than the Maro. Oh well, the Maro is Morgan's car anyway....

OK, I'm off to do something.

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Thursday, October 21, 2004

More Stuff

I must share. At a rest stop in Indiana, Morgan and I pulled over so I could pee and he could smoke. I had finished pottying, and was in the car warming up, when Morgan comes over and tells me to get out of the car. I'm like, dear I'm warm so this better be good. I get out and Morgan tells me the old Amish guy next to us pointed to the Camaro and said "that is a tool for evil." In reference to the Camaro; tool for evil. Oh my. That has prompted us to decide on a new plate for the Camaro. We're ordering that when we transfer title for the Maro. Bwaaaaaahahahaah.

Few more photos of Morgan and Mecha:
Posing out by the Maro
No idea what they're doing
Aww, how cute

A building I thought was cool in Chicago:
I think weird things are cool

Again, it was a good time but next time we do a trip like that we're going to make sure we have the time to stay overnight at our destination so we can start out fresh for our trip home. Oh, and sleeping before we leave would be good too. LOL But I got to spend time with my Morgan, and that's all that matters.

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Nice Idea

OK then, we're not doing that again. LOL Went to Chicago Tuesday night after Morgan got home from school. We wound up leaving Strongsville around 1AM, and we arrived in Chicago at 7:45AM Chicago time. Just in time for rush hour traffic, woohoo! Anyway, we were on the South side of Chicago, and I knew we were in trouble when we saw a tombstone sales place that had this written on the building: Tombstones made while you wait. Oh.My.Goodness

In Chicago we saw the Sears Tower, Bulls Stadium and various other things. I saw a Filene's Basement, Bloomingdale's Home and a ton of other stores I'd have loved to stop at, but Morgan was trying to not kill other people on the road, so we thought it wise to simply get out of Chicago before someone hit the Camaro.
I saw Frank Lloyd Wright's home and studio in Oak Park, IL and a few of the homes he designed as well. Morgan bought me a Slurpee from 7-11 (woohoo!) as I seem to be obsessed with 7-11 Slurpees.

We then arrived in DeKalb, IL at Northern Illinois University to visit Mecha (Morgan's friend). We hung out there, went to Pizza Hut twice then left for home around 9PM Wednesday night. We finally got home at 8AM today (Thursday). I was stopping at every rest stop along the way to try and wake myself up, and finally had to have Morgan drive home from around Sandusky (Cedar Point). I drove from the middle of Indiana to Sandusky, OH. Not too bad, I don't think. The Camaro and I are getting along much better, as long as it doesn't rain. LOL
Some photos from our trip:

Morgan and Mecha
Morgan and Mecha (Morgan's Best David Hasselhoff Knight Rider Impression)
Cool Parking Deck in Chicago
Sears Tower

I'm going to rustle around in the fridge, then go to bed. I've slept 4 hours (9AM-1PM today) since Monday at noon. Woohoo!

I would have AudBlogged along the way but apparently my cell phone isn't any good past Toledo. Alltell's not even in Illinois and I don't think it's in Indiana either. Fucking shit.

Obviously the Maro ran fine the whole way there and back, so I'm now confident in its dependability.


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Tuesday, October 19, 2004

OooooooooK

Guess we're going to Chicago. I'll AudBlog along the way.

That is all.

Wow

NeverRunning280Z (5:31:22 AM): I pulled my Wankel out in the garage today.
NeverRunning280Z (5:31:25 AM): It was pretty dirty.
LoveDocMartens (5:31:28 AM): LMAO
LoveDocMartens (5:31:31 AM): Overshare
NeverRunning280Z (5:31:34 AM): I had Bob help be clean it.
NeverRunning280Z (5:31:37 AM): me*
LoveDocMartens (5:31:42 AM): Oh my
NeverRunning280Z (5:31:48 AM): He sure can shine my Wankel nice!

Cut us some slack, it's assfuck o'clock in the morning.

Yes, Morgan finally arrived. After he nearly hit a cop in Perry Township, and it wouldn't have even been his fault.

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By The Way

Morgan wanted to say hi to everyone:

Isn't he the best? LOL Gotta love his crappy webcam. For being such a computer freak, he sure has crappy accessories.

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I Couldn't Make This Up

I swear, this was in the paper under general employment:
Hot Dancers wanted with pay. 330-830-8656
What the fuck type of ad is that?

Morgan should have been here by now; I'm starting to get worried. Fifteen more minutes and I'm going to have to start walking to find his silly ass.

I'm off to worry.

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Monday, October 18, 2004

More Camaro Photos

Woohoo, here's a photo of the missing ground effect insert, and also a photo of the Camaro all wet and posed for action. Mmmmm, baby. The Morgan wound up coming down last night after work, so we ran over to Turtle's house for a bit, then came home and watched TV. Well, I watched TV and Morgan looked for Camaro parts on the Interweb. He was supposed to call when he got to work today (left from here instead of going home first), but he hasn't so I hope he's OK and didn't wreck the Maro (it's raining). Grrrrrrr.

Anyway, the photos:
Missing Ground Effect Insert
Wet Camaro Front

I hear my spaghetti boiling, so I must go.

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Sunday, October 17, 2004

Another Camaro Photo

Here's a photo I took of the Camaro last night at Morgan's house. Mind you, the photo is pretty dark, but look at the rims. They look brand new!

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Sigh

My goodness, this isn't the message you want to receive when signing onto your Yahoo messenger program:
MorganYahoo: deer evasion at 80 mph is hard but doable
Sigh...Thankfully he also said he's OK, the car's OK and he didn't manage to kill anything else on the car. He's at work until 5, so I guess I'll find out after then what happened with the deer. That boy, I swear...

I can't get photos of the missing ground effect today as I don't have the car. Morgan may come down tonight, but he'll probably wait until Tuesday night after school. So, I should be able to post photos by Wednesday night at the latest. Not that anyone cares, I'm just saying.

Helpful tip for the day: If the cover for your car's coil wire is missing, don't spray the coil wire with the water hose.

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