I know this isn't an original complaint, but I'm still fully justified. I get e-mails from AARP. I get e-mails from Runner's World. I get e-mail trying to set me up with Christian singles or to get me signed up for a mortgage.
All of these things could not be any further from the person I am.
I'm not old. I'm not Christian. I don't own a home, and I'm fairly certain if any of these places had access to my credit, even they wouldn't be wasting their time.
And I'm certainly not a runner. I used to cheat in junior high whenever we had to run a mile - I'd cut through the parking lot or something - I hated it back then, and I was just a kid. Now I know that running will be my punishment when I end up in some fiery level of hell. (And yes, I acknowledge that even though I'm not Christian I can still joke about hell. Suck it.)
And though I know there's no specific person or entity from the interweb powers that be that can stop this, after putting up with it for so long, I think it's funny.
Also, I really think I'd like to meet this old, single, Christian runner that's having mortgage problems. Maybe she's me in the future. Maybe she was hanging a picture over her toilet, fell and hit her head and invented the flux capacitor and now... no, I've lost my train of thought. But now I really want to watch Back to the Future.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
I crossed two bridges today! (Real not metaphorical)
It was very exciting.
Today was a super busy, really long, quite strenuous day at work and the flying bits of flaming artichoke didn't help much either. (How's that burn, Cassie? My hand finally stopped smelling.)
Even though I was really tired when I finally got home, I knew that I had to utilize this possible last day of sunshine. I took the MAX downtown because I am NOT one to drive if I can get away with it. Add up the cost of gas, the road rage, and the fact that I always, inevitably, get lost, it's best if I take public transportation.
I started off at Waterfront Park, walked down to the Steel Bridge, over to the (Vera Katz) Eastbank Esplanade, down to the Hawthorne bridge and back to 2nd and Morrison to take the MAX home. It was quite uneventful except it seemed that EVERY SINGLE runner felt the impulse to spit just as he was running by me. It got old fast. Blech.
So the mini-day trip was all well and good. It was the MAX ride home (as usual) that compelled me to write.
The girl sitting behind me was having the most amazing conversation with her boyfriend and because I didn't want to forget a word of it, I spent the whole time transcribing into the notepad on my cell phone. Looks like that 2nd job as a transcriptionist and my 80wpm typing speed have finally paid off. That's right. 80wpm. If I set my sights high enough, I could be a receptionist.
"He asked me if I speak Spanish and I said, "No, I'm not Mexican!"
Classic. But it gets better. Much better.
"I know he's from Guadalajara, but if he's your friend, why is he always trying to get on me?"
I don't even know what that means, but I loved hearing it!
"Can I beat your girlfriend up?... Are you starting to care about her?... Because first you said I could beat her up and now you say I can't... That's messed up, you're always telling me you love me. So are we together or not?"
This is when my logical side started thinking this is not a MAX conversation she needs to be doing this in private and my gossipy side was begging that the conversation would go on forever. Guess which side won another round? Here comes the best part.
"Okay, because if I get pregnant, then what are you going to do?... then forget about that girl... WHAT?!... then forget about both of them."
If I hadn't been sitting RIGHT in front of her, I would have burst out laughing, but alas had to settle with a stifled snort or two.
It was then that we went through the Washington Park tunnel and her phone cut out. She did call him right when we got out, but unfortunately it was my stop. I fully and completely would have stayed on the MAX with her but I really had to pee.
The most horrifying part? When I got up to leave and got a good look at her, she was no more than 16 or 17. I wanted to smack her and tell her to get her shit together but instead I just sighed apathetically and got off the train.
Today was a super busy, really long, quite strenuous day at work and the flying bits of flaming artichoke didn't help much either. (How's that burn, Cassie? My hand finally stopped smelling.)
Even though I was really tired when I finally got home, I knew that I had to utilize this possible last day of sunshine. I took the MAX downtown because I am NOT one to drive if I can get away with it. Add up the cost of gas, the road rage, and the fact that I always, inevitably, get lost, it's best if I take public transportation.
I started off at Waterfront Park, walked down to the Steel Bridge, over to the (Vera Katz) Eastbank Esplanade, down to the Hawthorne bridge and back to 2nd and Morrison to take the MAX home. It was quite uneventful except it seemed that EVERY SINGLE runner felt the impulse to spit just as he was running by me. It got old fast. Blech.
So the mini-day trip was all well and good. It was the MAX ride home (as usual) that compelled me to write.
The girl sitting behind me was having the most amazing conversation with her boyfriend and because I didn't want to forget a word of it, I spent the whole time transcribing into the notepad on my cell phone. Looks like that 2nd job as a transcriptionist and my 80wpm typing speed have finally paid off. That's right. 80wpm. If I set my sights high enough, I could be a receptionist.
"He asked me if I speak Spanish and I said, "No, I'm not Mexican!"
Classic. But it gets better. Much better.
"I know he's from Guadalajara, but if he's your friend, why is he always trying to get on me?"
I don't even know what that means, but I loved hearing it!
"Can I beat your girlfriend up?... Are you starting to care about her?... Because first you said I could beat her up and now you say I can't... That's messed up, you're always telling me you love me. So are we together or not?"
This is when my logical side started thinking this is not a MAX conversation she needs to be doing this in private and my gossipy side was begging that the conversation would go on forever. Guess which side won another round? Here comes the best part.
"Okay, because if I get pregnant, then what are you going to do?... then forget about that girl... WHAT?!... then forget about both of them."
If I hadn't been sitting RIGHT in front of her, I would have burst out laughing, but alas had to settle with a stifled snort or two.
It was then that we went through the Washington Park tunnel and her phone cut out. She did call him right when we got out, but unfortunately it was my stop. I fully and completely would have stayed on the MAX with her but I really had to pee.
The most horrifying part? When I got up to leave and got a good look at her, she was no more than 16 or 17. I wanted to smack her and tell her to get her shit together but instead I just sighed apathetically and got off the train.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Grammar 101
Today while listening to my classmates give their speeches I noticed a few... slips of essential grammar rules. Just thought I'd give a little refresher course on the basics.
We'll get the easy ones out of the way first and work our way down (or up? depending on your views on grammar) to the tougher ones.
Reoccuring and irregardless are not words. Don't use them. It's recurring and regardless.
Please avoid filler words such as actually, typically, basically, ultimately, and literally. These are all used way too much and it drives me nuts.
Feel free to use the word 'myriad' (even though it's totally a buzz word) but please use it correctly. Its literal meaning is 10,000 of something and since it is an adjective, when you say "there are a myriad of stars" it is not correct. Say "there are myriad stars out tonight." and everyone (read:me) will think you're super clever.
Although I'm not a fan of it, subconscious and unconscious are interchangeable when talking about brain stuff. I prefer subconscious but can no longer judge people when they say unconscious. The dictionary says so.
Use the word 'fewer' when referring to a specific number of something. As in, "I've had fewer beers tonight than usual." Use the word 'less' when referring to volume. As in, "I usually drink less wine, but it's a Thursday, so what the hell." Fewer dirty clothes, less laundry. You get the point.
'Further' is used when discussing time. 'Farther' is used when discussing distance.
'Good' is an adjective and used to modify nouns. "This pizza is good." 'Well' is an adverb and used to modify verbs. "Class is going well."
Here's where it starts to get fun.
The difference between colons and semicolons is surprisingly easy to understand. Use a semicolon when separating one sentence into different, but still related clauses. Use a colon before a list, but make sure it's after a complete sentence. "NJ has two favorite food groups: beer and bacon."
Adverbs are your friends, please use them well and wisely. Tell your friend to "drive safely," not to "drive safe."
The easiest way to decide whether 'whom' or 'who' is appropriate is to answer your own question. If the answer is him, her, or them then whom is the correct pronoun. If the answer is he, she, or they then who is the correct pronoun. I could talk about the difference between the subject and the object of a clause, but I don't want to.
And now the universal favorite!
When do we use affect and when do we use effect? First, it's good to know that affect is a verb and means something along the lines of 'to influence.' As in, "the wind affects my hair and makes it all frizzy." Effect is a noun and is closer in meaning to 'a result.' As in, "the de-frizz conditioner I use seems to have no effect on my hair."
In some cases affect becomes a noun, when discussing psychology in the form of an expressed emotion. And effect becomes a verb when used to express accomplishment.
But we won't get into that.
We'll get the easy ones out of the way first and work our way down (or up? depending on your views on grammar) to the tougher ones.
Reoccuring and irregardless are not words. Don't use them. It's recurring and regardless.
Please avoid filler words such as actually, typically, basically, ultimately, and literally. These are all used way too much and it drives me nuts.
Feel free to use the word 'myriad' (even though it's totally a buzz word) but please use it correctly. Its literal meaning is 10,000 of something and since it is an adjective, when you say "there are a myriad of stars" it is not correct. Say "there are myriad stars out tonight." and everyone (read:me) will think you're super clever.
Although I'm not a fan of it, subconscious and unconscious are interchangeable when talking about brain stuff. I prefer subconscious but can no longer judge people when they say unconscious. The dictionary says so.
Use the word 'fewer' when referring to a specific number of something. As in, "I've had fewer beers tonight than usual." Use the word 'less' when referring to volume. As in, "I usually drink less wine, but it's a Thursday, so what the hell." Fewer dirty clothes, less laundry. You get the point.
'Further' is used when discussing time. 'Farther' is used when discussing distance.
'Good' is an adjective and used to modify nouns. "This pizza is good." 'Well' is an adverb and used to modify verbs. "Class is going well."
Here's where it starts to get fun.
The difference between colons and semicolons is surprisingly easy to understand. Use a semicolon when separating one sentence into different, but still related clauses. Use a colon before a list, but make sure it's after a complete sentence. "NJ has two favorite food groups: beer and bacon."
Adverbs are your friends, please use them well and wisely. Tell your friend to "drive safely," not to "drive safe."
The easiest way to decide whether 'whom' or 'who' is appropriate is to answer your own question. If the answer is him, her, or them then whom is the correct pronoun. If the answer is he, she, or they then who is the correct pronoun. I could talk about the difference between the subject and the object of a clause, but I don't want to.
And now the universal favorite!
When do we use affect and when do we use effect? First, it's good to know that affect is a verb and means something along the lines of 'to influence.' As in, "the wind affects my hair and makes it all frizzy." Effect is a noun and is closer in meaning to 'a result.' As in, "the de-frizz conditioner I use seems to have no effect on my hair."
In some cases affect becomes a noun, when discussing psychology in the form of an expressed emotion. And effect becomes a verb when used to express accomplishment.
But we won't get into that.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Fiction? Sure.
School started this week. I'm always a little nervous before class, it's a little like starting a new job. Sweaty palms, growly stomach. Will I know anyone? Answer: Almost never, and I like that. Will the professor like me? Answer: Always. I'm a renowned teacher's pet, even unwittingly, since high school-despite the incessant chatting.
This term I'm taking my second of four necessary math class, but I'm not worried about that one, it's the same professor I had last term and I know what to expect. Algebra, fractions, and graphing. The suspense is gone.
I'm also taking a speech class. For a Journalism/Communication/English major I need to take almost all of them. Working in the... "hospitality" industry has finely tuned my ability to speak in front of others. I really don't mind it, almost enjoy it as much as I love being the center of attention, but I do mind being critiqued and graded based on hitting every point laid forth on my outline. Since it's the 111 class that everyone has to take I'm surrounded by the dregs of society. The nerdy boy that feels the need to say something "clever" constantly, the wanna-be sorority girls that pass notes back and forth-yes, that's right, they're still in high school, and the rest don't really seem like they should be allowed out in the daytime.
Finally, my term's coup de grace, writing. Again, because of my finally) chosen major, it's necessary for me to take a multitude of writing and English classes, but I don't mind at all. I was planning to take Creative Writing Non-Fiction since that's where I plan to make my money in my super ultimate master plan. I know it's not the best plan, and don't worry, I'm not planning to make a LOT of money, I've gotten quite used to being semi-poor.
But I digress. I couldn't take non-fiction for some reason or other that I really don't remember now. So what's on the agenda? Creative writing FICTION. Yikes. Fiction. I love to read fiction and I'm always creating elaborate scenarios in my head that never pan out, but I don't know how I feel about having to express them all via pen and paper.
I haven't written fiction since I was six years old. That phase involved many stories of kittens getting lost and other such nonsense. I drew pictures to go along with the stories and everything. Don't worry, the kittens always made it home safe, but that's not where I'm going with this.
I don't know how to write fiction! I read a lot of it, I know what I like to get from it, but I don't have the faintest idea how to do it. I've had the first sentence of a story in my head for at least three years now, but nothing has ever come from that. Our first assignment is to write 250 words about two people meeting. And to involve paint. I already have an idea of what I'll do, but how the hell am I supposed to keep a story under 250 words? If my phone allowed it, I would text more than that at once. I'm fairly certain even the running commentary in my head is pages and pages long daily.
I'll manage. I always do. And if all else fails, I'll just plagiarize and hope the professor doesn't notice.
Kidding. Or not.
This term I'm taking my second of four necessary math class, but I'm not worried about that one, it's the same professor I had last term and I know what to expect. Algebra, fractions, and graphing. The suspense is gone.
I'm also taking a speech class. For a Journalism/Communication/English major I need to take almost all of them. Working in the... "hospitality" industry has finely tuned my ability to speak in front of others. I really don't mind it, almost enjoy it as much as I love being the center of attention, but I do mind being critiqued and graded based on hitting every point laid forth on my outline. Since it's the 111 class that everyone has to take I'm surrounded by the dregs of society. The nerdy boy that feels the need to say something "clever" constantly, the wanna-be sorority girls that pass notes back and forth-yes, that's right, they're still in high school, and the rest don't really seem like they should be allowed out in the daytime.
Finally, my term's coup de grace, writing. Again, because of my finally) chosen major, it's necessary for me to take a multitude of writing and English classes, but I don't mind at all. I was planning to take Creative Writing Non-Fiction since that's where I plan to make my money in my super ultimate master plan. I know it's not the best plan, and don't worry, I'm not planning to make a LOT of money, I've gotten quite used to being semi-poor.
But I digress. I couldn't take non-fiction for some reason or other that I really don't remember now. So what's on the agenda? Creative writing FICTION. Yikes. Fiction. I love to read fiction and I'm always creating elaborate scenarios in my head that never pan out, but I don't know how I feel about having to express them all via pen and paper.
I haven't written fiction since I was six years old. That phase involved many stories of kittens getting lost and other such nonsense. I drew pictures to go along with the stories and everything. Don't worry, the kittens always made it home safe, but that's not where I'm going with this.
I don't know how to write fiction! I read a lot of it, I know what I like to get from it, but I don't have the faintest idea how to do it. I've had the first sentence of a story in my head for at least three years now, but nothing has ever come from that. Our first assignment is to write 250 words about two people meeting. And to involve paint. I already have an idea of what I'll do, but how the hell am I supposed to keep a story under 250 words? If my phone allowed it, I would text more than that at once. I'm fairly certain even the running commentary in my head is pages and pages long daily.
I'll manage. I always do. And if all else fails, I'll just plagiarize and hope the professor doesn't notice.
Kidding. Or not.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
I left the house today! In a car and everything. I spent the day battling crowds at Target and didn't even mind when others brushed up against me. It ate up a good 4 hours of my day. Since I haven't been able to go to the gym since Friday, I've been awake since 3am or so every night, exhausted but not being able to sleep. Hence the four posts in two days.
And you're so right Nathan, you wouldn't want to be around. I almost cried from boredom and snow frustration yesterday. I wrapped all the presents I swore I wasn't going to purchase but then did anyway. I just like to buy people things so much! I don't care that I only have $6 left in my checking account and won't be able to pay my phone bill next month. It's Christmas!
Also, I think I'm getting sick. I've been going through cough drops and emergen-c like they're candy (though they kind of are.) My throat hurts and I sound sexy like an 80 year old life long smoker.
So here are some things that have been keeping me occupied the last few days during the doom and gloom. Some are a little bizarre and I may have only found them funny due to lack of sleep, too much family time, cabin fever, or that flour tortilla that is now wreaking havoc on my small intestine.
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And you're so right Nathan, you wouldn't want to be around. I almost cried from boredom and snow frustration yesterday. I wrapped all the presents I swore I wasn't going to purchase but then did anyway. I just like to buy people things so much! I don't care that I only have $6 left in my checking account and won't be able to pay my phone bill next month. It's Christmas!
Also, I think I'm getting sick. I've been going through cough drops and emergen-c like they're candy (though they kind of are.) My throat hurts and I sound sexy like an 80 year old life long smoker.
So here are some things that have been keeping me occupied the last few days during the doom and gloom. Some are a little bizarre and I may have only found them funny due to lack of sleep, too much family time, cabin fever, or that flour tortilla that is now wreaking havoc on my small intestine.
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Monday, December 22, 2008
Boredom breeds nostalgia
There's not much to do with 8 inches of snow sandwiched around a thick layer of ice. I've started stroking out and going a little bit stir crazy. I did all my Christmas shopping at QFC, Hallmark, and Walgreen's; all are within walking distance of the house. I can't even take the bus to Target because they've shut down where I live. I've never missed work, the gym, or Christmas crowds this much in my entire life. I could go into more detail about which parts of my life are crumbling around me, but I feel that might be a violation of basic interweb conduct.
Using this past week to write more would have been a fabulous idea, but what am I going to write about? All I can focus on is snow and how much I want it to go away; how I want to stop talking about it, but I can't because it's stopping any chance at a normal life in the foreseeable future.
So I dug my Super Nintendo out of the closet and have been honing my Super Mario 3, Mario World, and Donkey Kong Country (best. game. ever.) skills. I've finally finished the two books I was in the middle of (Sarah Vowell and Laurie Notaro.) I've walked to the store at least 20 times and taken almost 400 pictures of the same damned branches covered in snow. I'm all caught up on my Tivo and have started watching The X-Files and Arrested Development from the beginning.
Final sign of boredom and the coming apocalypse? I cleaned out my closet.
This is a supreme undertaking. I'm not the best organizer, but quite possibly the best crammer of things I don't know what to do with in tight spaces. My closet had bags and bags of crap piled many many feet high, much like the snow outside, but less pretty to look at. And not surprisingly less aggravating to deal with. Good news? I found all kinds of things I'd thought had been lost forever. Bracelets, pictures, purses, books: it was like going shopping in my closet. Of course there were also bags and bags of garbage and recycling. CD cases for CDs stolen out of my car years ago, boxes for DVD players and batteries, shoes that should have been thrown out long ago.
What has kept me occupied for the last hour and prompted me to write, you ask? Why, my old yearbooks, of course!! I've had my 11th and 12th grade yearbooks around, but had lost track of the ones from my freshman and sophomore year. I was geeking out for a bit, remembering people I'd long forgotten and looking some up on Facebook. There were boys I had crushes on that were not as cute as I remembered (and some that were way cuter!) Friends that, upon reading what they wrote, I realized they were way more clever than I ever knew and I wished I'd kept in touch better. Most of the inside jokes I don't have any recollection of: there's talk of "Mushroom Head" and wombats; and as I was turning pages, I said out loud, no fewer than 3 times, "Isn't he dead now?" and that kind of ruined the nostalgia for me.
So, yet again, 1994-1998 will be stored, in book form, shoved in the back of the closet. But don't worry, those memories will be resurrected in a decade or so, most likely in a fit of total boredom in the midst of the next 'arctic blast.'
Using this past week to write more would have been a fabulous idea, but what am I going to write about? All I can focus on is snow and how much I want it to go away; how I want to stop talking about it, but I can't because it's stopping any chance at a normal life in the foreseeable future.
So I dug my Super Nintendo out of the closet and have been honing my Super Mario 3, Mario World, and Donkey Kong Country (best. game. ever.) skills. I've finally finished the two books I was in the middle of (Sarah Vowell and Laurie Notaro.) I've walked to the store at least 20 times and taken almost 400 pictures of the same damned branches covered in snow. I'm all caught up on my Tivo and have started watching The X-Files and Arrested Development from the beginning.
Final sign of boredom and the coming apocalypse? I cleaned out my closet.
This is a supreme undertaking. I'm not the best organizer, but quite possibly the best crammer of things I don't know what to do with in tight spaces. My closet had bags and bags of crap piled many many feet high, much like the snow outside, but less pretty to look at. And not surprisingly less aggravating to deal with. Good news? I found all kinds of things I'd thought had been lost forever. Bracelets, pictures, purses, books: it was like going shopping in my closet. Of course there were also bags and bags of garbage and recycling. CD cases for CDs stolen out of my car years ago, boxes for DVD players and batteries, shoes that should have been thrown out long ago.
What has kept me occupied for the last hour and prompted me to write, you ask? Why, my old yearbooks, of course!! I've had my 11th and 12th grade yearbooks around, but had lost track of the ones from my freshman and sophomore year. I was geeking out for a bit, remembering people I'd long forgotten and looking some up on Facebook. There were boys I had crushes on that were not as cute as I remembered (and some that were way cuter!) Friends that, upon reading what they wrote, I realized they were way more clever than I ever knew and I wished I'd kept in touch better. Most of the inside jokes I don't have any recollection of: there's talk of "Mushroom Head" and wombats; and as I was turning pages, I said out loud, no fewer than 3 times, "Isn't he dead now?" and that kind of ruined the nostalgia for me.
So, yet again, 1994-1998 will be stored, in book form, shoved in the back of the closet. But don't worry, those memories will be resurrected in a decade or so, most likely in a fit of total boredom in the midst of the next 'arctic blast.'
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
My favorite text message exchange of the day.
Me: My eye is still twitching something fierce. When should I be worried about a possible brain tumor?
Tara: Yesterday.
Tara: Yesterday.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Another Daily Show clip
This is one of my favorite Daily Show rants ever. EVER. I definitely lean to the left, and most of the people I associate with do as well (we ARE in Oregon).
While I love the Daily Show with all my heart, and even though it has the best intentions, sometimes it's a little too far left for me to be able to agree with and watch with an open mind.
This clip, however, is fully non-partisan and therefore fully awesome.
We even get a Lord of the Flies reference or two. Those are pretty much my favorite.
No Piggy, though.
While I love the Daily Show with all my heart, and even though it has the best intentions, sometimes it's a little too far left for me to be able to agree with and watch with an open mind.
This clip, however, is fully non-partisan and therefore fully awesome.
We even get a Lord of the Flies reference or two. Those are pretty much my favorite.
No Piggy, though.
Perfection.
I've seen this video a few times. Months ago courtesy of Nathan, and just this evening courtesy of Tara. So I felt the need to share it with everyone as well. I just love it so much. It's awful, but I know for damn sure where I'm getting a futon if I ever live in Alabama. Which, I do believe it's safe to say, I won't.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
My very own Oktoberfest.
I made my favorite German dinner tonight for the first time. It's called rouladen, and for those who don't know (and I'm assuming that's pretty much everyone), rouladen is top round beef tenderized, thinly sliced and wrapped around mustard, paprika, onions, bacon, and a pickle. This might come as a surprise but I TOTALLY did not have enough bacon to go around, so one of the eight roulade was sprinkled with a generous portion of bacon salt in lieu of actual delicious bacon. I'm sure that one tastes fine, but I'm secretly hoping I don't get it as my left over.
To round out the meal I made rotkole (red cabbage), green beans and spaetzle (dumplings), potatoes, and cucumber salad (my FAVORITE food). And even with my allergies, I was able to enjoy the gravy. Just a little bit of gluten free flour (I love you, Bob's Red Mill!) and some fake sour cream (it's made with tofu, WEIRD!) and YUM!
Even though it was beef and potato dinner, I'd purchased a fancy German riesling at New Seasons when I went there for their Oktoberfest tasting. I thought it paired deliciously.
Usually I'm not the best cook, but when it's my heritage at stake, I follow through pretty well. And I must say, it was delicious!
To round out the meal I made rotkole (red cabbage), green beans and spaetzle (dumplings), potatoes, and cucumber salad (my FAVORITE food). And even with my allergies, I was able to enjoy the gravy. Just a little bit of gluten free flour (I love you, Bob's Red Mill!) and some fake sour cream (it's made with tofu, WEIRD!) and YUM!
Even though it was beef and potato dinner, I'd purchased a fancy German riesling at New Seasons when I went there for their Oktoberfest tasting. I thought it paired deliciously.
Usually I'm not the best cook, but when it's my heritage at stake, I follow through pretty well. And I must say, it was delicious!
Monday, September 29, 2008
Volvo, anyone?
If you knows anyone that loves to fix up cars or loves Volvos or both, have I got the car for you! Or your friend. Or your friend's friend.
Her name is Mulva.
She's 22 years old and a lovely shade of light blue. She's a wonderful girl and needs to go to a home that can give her more love than I can.. afford. I've spent a lot of money in the past, but once I bought Jack, started neglecting her. I have itemized info on what I've had fixed and what is still waiting for work. Also, there's no faceplate for the stereo, both driver's side door handles don't open from the outside and the reverse lights and dome light don't work. And that's just the icing on the cake. I'm going to ask $700 but will be happy with $500. But, shh, don't tell anyone.
I'm sure I can get a buyer on Craigslist, but was hoping to first offer to her someone, anyone, I know. She's been my baby for 9 years and I can't just send her off to anyone.
I'm anticipating tears, pints of gelato, and days spent in pajamas, but it's time to let her go.
Her name is Mulva.
She's 22 years old and a lovely shade of light blue. She's a wonderful girl and needs to go to a home that can give her more love than I can.. afford. I've spent a lot of money in the past, but once I bought Jack, started neglecting her. I have itemized info on what I've had fixed and what is still waiting for work. Also, there's no faceplate for the stereo, both driver's side door handles don't open from the outside and the reverse lights and dome light don't work. And that's just the icing on the cake. I'm going to ask $700 but will be happy with $500. But, shh, don't tell anyone.
I'm sure I can get a buyer on Craigslist, but was hoping to first offer to her someone, anyone, I know. She's been my baby for 9 years and I can't just send her off to anyone.
I'm anticipating tears, pints of gelato, and days spent in pajamas, but it's time to let her go.
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