so, my brand spanking new washer and dryer got settled in today. it will be nice not to have to haul my laundry all across this damn state again.
still, i don't see what is so hard to understand about me not wanting maintenance men to enter my home while i'm away. OR, at the very least, they could have called to let me know they were coming so i could have picked up my dirty laundry from the floor. jerks...
for some reason, they painted my bathroom door whlie they were here. it was really dirty around the handle, but nothing some soapy water couldn't handle. so, i think they must have done some damage while they were installing the new washer and dryer. yeah. i can see a lot of chips in the door. what tools! and, of course, they did a terrible job painting it, so they only made things look worse.
so, apparently, i like motorcycles. i guess they just take some getting used to. i think i could really like actually driving one instead of just riding along, but it will be a long time before i ever do that.
i also like how people on motorcycles all wave to each other. it's a lot cooler than when i honk at other metros and they just look at me funny or give me the finger.
did i ever tell you about that metro i saw that was modded into a pickup truck. god that was awesome.
the altima is going back up to carmel tomorrow. then it's just me and neo geo again, until death do us part. i wouldn't be at all surprised if i died before that car did. i mean, since jewsus hates me and all.
somehow my phone decided to skip ahead one day while i was asleep last night. since i didn't even know how to change the date now, i can't imagine how i could have done it on accident. but i've been having dreams that i've been sleep walking and sleep eating. so maybe they're not really dreams and i'm actually sabotaging my life while i'm asleep (and not just while i'm awake).
jeff hill and i are trying to put together an old-fashioned dinner party for the old ELOP gang (and then some) over christmas break. i really hope it works out that everyone wants to come and can. i miss those good times.
i really like well-manicured lawns (if you know what i mean). the regatta racing stripe has morphed into a swell-looking arrow thanks to the help of the glorious m3. i don't know how any girl can stand to go au natural these days. even the thought of it makes me gag, let alone the sight.