Does that mean I've made it, in the blog world, when my comment boards get spam? And Rach, how do I erase that shit? Bleh. Isn't it bad enough that all my mailboxes are full (although I have switched over from hot young girls to sexy lactating mammas; could this be a sign of a wholesome shift in the nation)?
Library computer blockers never cease to mystify and amaze me. I wanted to see a picture of a Cowl Cardie someone was working on, and it was blocked, due to NUDITY. Come on, guys, I know she's at least wearing a sweater! Or is she totally nude and holding the sweater just to the right of her?
Lord, I can't wait to be home. My own bed, my own computer, my own big floor to stretch out and wiggle on... Of all the things I am missing, somehow it is a floor that I miss the most. You never know what you have until it's gone. Treasure your floors, folks. Give your's a hug today.
At least I have a lot of things to look forward to until then. Weddings, marches, sheep and wool fests, New York City, a hammock in the Keys... although I am second guessing that last bit there. Is it still going to be spring break in a week? It has already been going for two weeks, so I assumed it would be finished, but Easter is not until the 11th. Oh lord, I am already way to old to deal with the levels of testosterone, beer, and bikinis that will be everywhere if I am wrong. Luckily I can just keep cruising if I peek out of Tach's window and see nothing but fools doing kegstands.
I found out what that noise Tach was having was; his entire exhaust pipe is hanging on by a thin metal thread. Simple, easy to fix, and will only cost me half a month's traveling money, rather than the three months worth of transmission work I was envisioning. I'm shopping around, and will be taking him in tomorrow.
I almost signed up with the first guy I took it too, rather than shopping around, all because he's from my hood! He saw the Grover City license plate holder and freaked out. He was raised in Santa Maria, and his dad was a cop in Grover. Small world, and I gotta represent, or whatever. Still, if he thinks he can use that connection to hose me, he is sadly mistaken. Okay, maybe only a little mistaken.
My thinking is disjointed today, my grammar is out the window, defenestrated with my spelling and... whatever the word is that means you know a lot of words. I can remember the word "defenestration", but I can't remember... Vocabulary, that's it! My vocabulary is pooped, so I am hanging up my keyboard for today.