April 26, 2002 :: 9:09 a.m.
the impending death of my roller skate
*cries* My car is sick! It's going to die... Jeff (the mechanic) gave it 6 to 8 months to live, at most. Apparently there is something wrong with one of the cylinders. My car has a lowly three cylinders (which means that I basically drive a lawn mower with a blue car body on top of it), and each cylinder is supposed to have 150 somethings of pressure in it. One of them only has 75. It's got a cracked ring, I think. If I had a six cylinder car it wouldn't be so bad - 5 out of 6 working - but as it stands, 2 out of 3 is a very bad deal. So my poor little blue baby is dying and there's nothing I can do about it. It's too expensive to fix and really not worth it when one considers the amount of miles and wear my car has taken. I'm so sad. I have to ask Joe to give me a ride to work until I can go get my roller skate, which is in Grantville. *sniff*
That's about all I have to report right now. The menstrual gnomes are wreaking much havoc and destruction in my uterus. Poking around with nails and such. It's no fun and I want them to go away, but they won't because they find the uterine lining to be an exceptional delicacy. Damn you, menstrual gnomes! Go eat frog legs and foie gras with the rest of the food snobs.
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