|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|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
|Marriage is love.|