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!! |
Buh Bye! October 05, 2008 Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid One Last Bitchfest for the Road Get the Popcorn Ready I'm a Rich Ho-Bag |
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Marriage is love. |