I DON'T WANT TO GO TO GET MY OIL CHANGED BY MYSELF! i also don't want to flake out on my friend and not call him and not show up and hang out because this is another one of those rare opportunities that if i pass up on will never come again!
so this weekend is going to be a hectic one but it will, i hope, be as trouble free as possible. with all the travelling and meeting up with people and food and other stuff i'm worried, naturally.
but i guess it's really more than that. its the fact that i have to get the oil changed and the car tuned up so i can even think about attempting such long distances (well.. long for me. if you count the roundtrippedness of the whole affair). its the fact that i have to go and get things done to the car so that it runs properly but i don't want to because i don't know anything about cars and by extension makes me fear the car-man and all car people in general. basically all i'm good for (and even that is specious --specious?-- somewhat questionable...) is paying for it. the guys at the shop (which i don't think you can even really call jiffy-lube a shop really. it's like the mcdonald's of shops, isn't it? i mean really. its so commercial.. so value meal-esque) are just going to be doing their job but i-- i'm just going to be a nervous, horrid wreck because i'm going to be worried about being taken and i'm worried about what they'll think!! and ok here's the thing also. [i can't believe i'm going to admit this] but this is one of those times when i really feel at home in the outward signs of a perscribed gender role. guys should know about cars. alright yes.. i said it. there it is.. i am a PIG. i know. a chauvanist (chauvanist?) pig.
the following is a list of those folk whom i've chosen to be condemned to the nine swirling circles of hell. i found this nifty l'il thang on a friend's journal and decided to follow suit...... bleh. perhaps i'll have more later.
Riceboys
Circle I Limbo
Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind
General asshats
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow
DMV Employees
Circle IV Rolling Weights
greedy, intimidating car people
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled
River Styx
NAMBLA Members
Circle VI Buried for Eternity
River Phlegyas
Rednecks
Circle VII Burning Sands
Bill Gates
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement
George Bush
Circle IX Frozen in Ice
can i just take a minute here and say something. how the heck can being frozen in ice be worse thAn having your skin be on fire or drowning in sand or mud? how? how is it worse to be put on ice? i mean.. and doesn't being frozen in ice also somehow kind of intimate some kind of preservation? i mean ya throw your ice cream pops in the freezer don't ya? because ya wanna eventually eat it... because its a treat. a frozen confection? well i can tell you.. i wouldn't be looking at bush for some kind of tasty relief-from-the-heat treat. no sir. i can tell you that right now dammit. so ..uh.. frozen? why frozen? what if he were to come back? what if he were to step right back onto the scene with his own soundtrack only to become wildly popular with highschool girls and surfers? i mean if encino man did it.. right?!
12:00 p.m. - 2003-08-22
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