And that's another one.

I just applied to stock overnight at Wegman's, which I'm hoping I'll have a good chance of getting because my brother used to work at Wegman's (and was supposedly well-liked there) and I put him down as an employee reference.

Aaaand now to go make myself breakfast and get back to the business of editing Heroine Addiction.

Sheesh.

Dear hair,

Look, I know you're angry that I keep cutting you myself to save myself fifteen bucks as I grow you out, but if you would actually, you know, GROW, I would take you to a real hairstylist to get an actual haircut.

You only have to grow, what, two and a half inches all around? C'mon, hurry it up, buttercup.

Sincerely,

Me

Are you fucking serious?

I started my car to drive up to my parents' place with some stuff I found while cleaning my apartment, took off the emergency brake (my driveway is a 50-55% angle), aaaaand the brake light was still on. I tried it out and it was driving fine, right up until I got halfway to my parents, at which point the rear tire locked up.

If you've been reading my journal since before, oh, December 27th, this might sound familiar to you.

*headdesk*

The only thing I can hope for is that the dealership in town (which was where I took it the last time to fix the same damn tire) has at least a six-month warranty on their repairs. I'm checking their website now to see, but with my luck I'll end up SOL.

EDIT: I should just stop fixing things on it and slap this on the back. Heh.

Everything but the kitchen sink, because the kitchen sink still fits.

Everybody else is watching Lost.

I'm sorting through my clothes and getting rid of everything that's stained, beyond repair, or far too small to even contemplate fitting into again. There's ... not really much left after that.

And now it's time to play ...

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