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My car is in the shop. Again.
This time for the horrifying grinding noise that developed yesterday as I was set to drive home from Detroit Lakes. Perhaps I shouldn't have driven all the way home like that, but I had to get home and really? I'm like the Grim Reaper when it comes to machinery so it doesn't matter.
Right now, I'm just praying that it's less than $400.
On a happier note, my Aestheticism account has finally been updated so I can now read/browse/buy all the dirty, dirty material.
Woo!
I'm hungry.
So I'm allergic to most perfumes, right? I have my mom's car today and I'm DYING because, just from driving her car for 1/2 hour, I'm wafting her perfume. God, does she put it on in the car or what? Ugh.
I think I might spend today drabbling. Hmmmm....
- Mood:
cranky
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2. heh. Japanese cartoon porn.
3. I'm hungry too. What should we eat?
4. My sister, Heather, sprays her car with Vanilla Musk. But, uh, she does it in an attempt to counteract the fact that it always reeks of weed in there so... um... I've forgotten where this story was going. Oh! Okay, I remember now. Your mom may, in fact, be putting it on in the car or maybe she's just putting it on the car. Like to cover up the smell of ass or feet or onion rings or something. Could explain the perfume funk. hmm.
5. Drabbles are most awesome. You should totally do some.
6. Even!