badrabbyt

so...

see, this is why i dislike taking long-ish breaks from the blog. sure, it was a good little mini-break, and i feel vaguely refreshed and all. but, i do tend to forget what i've said and not said. which further makes me feel like i'm my mom, with the not-remembering and all.

most recently, my car is on its last little legs. it's been having a hard time holding its water as of late, and wednesday night last week, it scared the holy hell out of me while i was driving to work. there was noise, and smoke, and the threat of overheating. all of which i dealt with reasonably well (this means i used very little bad language, and was constantly giving pep talks to my car. it's a good thing i don't carpool, y'all). when i took it to my wonderful mechanic, he told me to just buy a new car, because it made better financial sense to put down what he was going to have to charge me on something that looked and sounded better. that's the cliff notes version, and... well, this man would not lie to me. i've had my geo - named princess palindrome because the front pretty much looks the same as the back - since 1999. it's a '95, and it gets great mileage. i've held onto it primarily for this reason. after having a large van piloted by an old, drunk bastard backed up onto the hood of my car a few years back, i've been a bit embarrassed about its physical appearance. but it still ran fabulously, and i just referred to the body damage as my 'anti-theft device'. but now... my baby is making some weird noises, and losing water whenever she damn well feels like it. and, my mechanic tells me someone must have hit my car in a parking lot or something, because there's more body damage. and, he says, they didn't leave a note or anything because they were pretty sure i wouldn't notice.

and i kinda didn't. i mean, i noticed, but i just thought i wasn't paying attention and the dent had been there for awhile.

anyway... i am sorta on the hunt for a new car. and i think i may have found what i want, and i've dealt with a so-far nice car dealer. but i'm not talking about all that until i have something to talk about. my princess is still drivable. but only for short distances. so, z has offered to switch cars with me, until i get my wheels under control. it's really very nice of her, and i appreciate it to no end. but... her ca's an automatic. i hate automatics. i don't trust an engine that shifts on its own, is all. still, i'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth or anything, and i drove her car to work tonight. once i got here, i realized a few things: my ID badge, which i need to get into the buildings at night, is in my car, in my driveway. along with the key to my locker, and my gym membership card. i was less than pleased.

also, i had to bang on a few windows to get someone to let me in, and i got that sour you're-not-prepared look from a few co-workers. well, screw them. i'm disheveled, and i keep trying to shift. and it's a station wagon. argh.

in brighter news, i finished a few knitting projects, which always makes me happy. i saw a great movie, talk to me, which i highly recommend. i discovered one more reason i love YMCrae - during the previews of talk to me, we saw a quick second of an interview with milla jovovich, and dudes... they're making another resident evil! both of us made that inhaling noise that girls make when they see something bright and shiny. i'm so excited! i love resident evil. and so does she! rock!

in a few days, i get to get on a plane - really a giant suppository with wings, if you ask me - to go visit moi. i'm so very thrilled! and i'm not packed yet. but that's okay. i do rather love airports. i don't like getting on the plane, because it means i have to stay in one cramped place for a while. but the airport is nice. there's all that possibility, and people are usually happy at the airport. except for babies. babies hate the airport. and they hate landing patterns.

just saying. thanks for stopping by. i need to eat something.

(oh - blue corn is not real food. carry on.)