If Nicole and Michael can have a boat fund, can I get a fund for one of these?
I've had the worst day in a long time and mostly one of my worst days at work. Not just one thing happened but it kept hitting me upside the head. At the end of the day... as I was waiting for a ride outside work, read the earlier entry if you're confused, I just teared. I didn't even have it in me to cry. I still don't. The yippie oh so great lump in my throat is back.
I got gas today. Thank goodness I convinced a certain pal to go with me because after we left the gas station she rolls down her window to talk to me. "Ummm, your car is leaking a lot of gas." Now at the gas station, the pump clicked and stopped and then the person next to me was all concerned that I spilt a lot of gas, so when it was leaking, I thought it was just excess gas dripping off. I get home and get my dad to lie down on the driveway, crawl under the car (impressive if you've met my dad), and shine a flash light at my gas tank.
So it turns out that my stupid car has a bad gasket (excuse my non-knowledgable car language spelling) connection. The fuel intake tubey thing that connects to the gas tank is connected with a shot rubbery thing. My dad was super concerned because it looked like a total defect to him. He told me this isn't something that should ever have to be fixed because it's a safety issue. You think? Gas leaking from my car? What could happen? He told me to take the car in immediately and most likely Ford is going to be the only one able to fix it. Well crap.
I looked online and found out that there was a recall on this in 1997. Yes, my car is a 1998 and I didn't buy the thing until Sept. of 1998. Well thanks Ford, could you have told me a bit earlier? Only I could pull this one off. Dang it.
Picture this... a guy sitting on a bench waiting for the bus. He just finishes his cigarette and then flicks it on the side walk three feet in front of him. He almost looked disappointed at his bad flick because he was aiming for the street. Now the thing that really disgusted me was there was a trash can one foot to the left of him. I almost rolled down my window and started yelling at the guy. The trash can was closer than the street. Goshshshshsh!
While it is so great to see two people that you really care about so happy together, it's almost lonelier. As I get older I just want someone there for me. Someone to come home to and someone to cuddle with after dinner. Man, I sound like I am writing an essay for the Bachelor. I don't want to get married anytime soon, but I also don't want to live *insert singing here* all by mysel-el-elf, don't wanna be, all by mysel-elf, an-ny-more-ore-ore.
Yes, yes, I'm a big dork. I really do think it's super cute to see couples interact with each other in their little quirky ways though. I feel grateful that I also have these people that keep me around too. ;o) Bleh, but sometimes I just hate being the single friend... yah, yah, I'm single by choice... blah blah blah. Don't really know where I'm going with all this... everything, career, love, and friends is just a little too quiet lately. I'm getting restless again.
This used to be my haven... I don't know what happened. I've been trying to work back into it, but somehow writting on here was slightly shattered. I can be a very closed off person in some regards. I've gotten past my sisters reading on here, actually, at times it is refreshing. Somewhere in the back of my mind though I can't get over the wonder if my parents read through it. Now, somehow it wouldn't bother me too much if my dad read it. He pretty much keeps things to himself, so I guess this is more directed at you mom. When I move out, sure, you can read it. I'm sure I will take that back, but for now... let me have this. You are standing less than five feet from me, and I can't bring myself to ask.
So I asked... she played dumb (like always) and I told her to knock it off. She claims she doesn't but now her curiosity is peaked... great. Let's just shoot myself in the foot. Anyway, things are on my mind, but I'll hold off for a while. I think I need a drink. Takers?
Like Ebay? Like my sister? Why don't you go to her very own Ebay store? Yes... she has a store. Her bike was stolen last weekend and she thought this might be a way to raise some funds to replace it. If you aren't in the mood to buy... why not donate items for her to sell? Or just donate to the boat fund?
Ok, my little commercial is over. Just found out my comments are disabled... and I thought that my lack of content had lost all my readers.
UPDATE
Comments are back on! :o)
Well a new year. Dad turned 55 yesterday and I had to go back to work. Nothing that thrilling going on. The best mail is mail you don't expect. I finally got my Flosser in the mail last week. That was fun. Also I got a CD from Marie today. Can't wait to listen to it. Ok, that's it.