DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID


PROFILE GUESTBOOK OLD OLDER OLDEST
My effing clutch is squeeking. That means $$$$$. I also need new brakes. I hate my reaction to car trouble. It freaks me out worse than the idea of surgery. Well, wait a minute. Maybe not. Surgery might be scarier - all that anesthesia.

Plus, I've had car problems before, and after it's all over, my self esteem climbs because I managed to take care of it and not die.

I'm going forth. Quiverring nervously - but, forth anyway.

SLAY ON BUFFY!!

August 31, 2001

Buh Bye!
October 05, 2008

Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid
September 01, 2008

One Last Bitchfest for the Road
August 24, 2008

Get the Popcorn Ready
July 17, 2008

I'm a Rich Ho-Bag
June 20, 2008



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