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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