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...

That is all.

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.

That is all.

Did You?


Did you?

That is all.

Monday, November 01, 2004

Gah

My head just blew up.

That is all.

Peter Steele

Yeah, Pete does have cancer. How lovely.

That is all.

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.

That is all.