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.

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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

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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!

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Take In The Fumes

Got the intake for the Camaro:


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Bahahahaha

Mecha has a blog. Lord help us all.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Way Too Much Time

I bring you the SnowRoc Z.

We are very easily amused.

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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.

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I Want

But then, when don't I want?


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Driving In The Snow

Videos of us driving in the snow:

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

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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.

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Heehee!

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

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I Am Loved

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

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

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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?

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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.

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~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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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?

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You Stink

It snowed today:

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

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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.

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Hikeeba

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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I Really, Really Suck

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

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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.

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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!!!

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