so after the trips up and down the east coast this weekend for my brother's wedding, which was beautiful and totally worth it, not only have i put an extra 500 miles on my car, but i am now convinced that it's about ready to start pushing up the daisies. this car is no more, it has ceased to be. it is bereft of life, it rests in peace. if you hadnt nailed it to the perch it would already be joining the choir invisible. this is an ex parrot...i mean car. tangents. they are killer. so like i was saying, the thing i am most concerned about is the fact that the car is about to pack it's bags for the eternal kingdom. it was either three or four years ago that this car was handed down to me because may parents didnt trust it and were concerned that it might break down on my brother as he was driving. he gets a used GTI. i get the car on its deathbed with malaria, syphilis, Sumerian yellow fever and the common Russian cold. not that i dont like the car, i do. it's just that if im going to have a car, i dont want to drive like a chipmunk waiting for a bomb to go off. unfortunate series of events.
speaking of which. "dont piss me off" of the day: dont come to dinner, or any other meal that matter, in a public place and bring magazines and books to read instead of conversing with people. what i'm not good enough for you? harry potter is better? if so then why should i spend time to come out to a meal with you if you aren't going to talk to me. and beyond that, with your nose in the book i cant even see your face. give me a break.

disclaimer: i love reading and encourage it to people of all ages, just be respectful. do it later while using Pine-sol on your rug-burn or eating yams with the llamas. considers others first. be third.