2001-09-21 & 2:32 p.m. : ok, player
fucking sweet.
that's all i have to say really.
except:
going to the mechanic this morning was so no big deal, it was unbelievable. true, i don't know how much it is going to cost to get lil' bro fixed, but when i explained the situation to mr mechanic he didn't poop his panties like the guy i talked to last night who was from the dealership. the dealership guy acted like the sky was falling, "OH MY GOD IT WAS RUNNING HOT?!!?!?!? YOU HAVE TO GET THIS LOOKED AT RIGHT AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok, we can't actually give you an appointment for your car until monday, but you can leave it here in the morning and if we have a chance we can give it a look-see...oh, no, sorry we don't have loaners to let you use to go to work...yes, i understand you work in oakland...hmmm...well, i can put a rental car here on hold for you...oh, about $40/day...ok, you too, bubye now" while this morning at the local place mr cool was very "meh, sounds like a leak, let's get you set up with a work order; a rental place is right down the street, 5 minute walk, have a good day".
now that's the kind of guy i want working on lil' bro. plus, dee said they are reliable and honest people, so i am all over it.
plus, the rental car is on special because it's the weekend, so it's only like $25/day, but that's including the insurance and all that jazz. so, i have a new car for the weekend. or, if lil' bro gets looked at today or even fixed by tomorrow, i can drop the car off tomorrow morning and then pick up lil' bro.
i haven't heard what it will cost yet, but strangly, i am not worried. either i'll be able to afford to fix it or i won't. the chances that i won't are small. thank you shitty office bitch job!
also! since the car place didn't open until 8am, i got to come in late to work. so, i got about an hour or so more sleep than usual. what a freaking difference. i should have a job where i have to be there at 9, not 8. this is good to know for the future. when i move, i will shoot for a job with 9-6 hours or something. lord knows it will suck getting out later, but i will be so much more functional and happy, so it'll be worth it.
and! ho-lee crap i had a big dirty dirty DIRTY sex dream last night. about a celebrity. about a celebrity that, though i have, for the most part, have always thought was attractive (except for the long hair days, particularly the legends of the fall phase, bip bip), i have never fantasized about once.
that's right, i had a big dirty sexxxee dream about:
brad pitt
um, what?
i have no explanation for this one. i mean, i understood my first ever sex dream (joe strummer from the clash when i was 12) and i understand why i periodically have sex dreams about d'angelo and qtip. afterall, for a very long time it was my contention that i would like to have sex with qtip until i die. i didn't care if it was exhaustion or starvation or sheer bliss that killed me, that's how i wanted to go. after voodoo came out, however, and more specifically after i saw the video for "untitled (how does it feel)" i changed my mind and decided i would like to have sex with d'angelo until i die. oh sweet d'angelo, how you have visited the hottest and most acrobatic sex dreams upon me.
but a sex dream about brad pitt? that's so...not me.
martin donovan? totally me. elvis costello? totally me. jeff buckley, fuck yes totally me. but brad pitt? nah, not so much.
on a related note, i would like it to be known that one of the things i miss the very most about my Lost Weekend (read: the ten months i spent after graduating with my very very useful philosophy degree and before moving back up here to start my illustrious job as office bitch) is laying in bed on sunday nights watching tv, fantasizing about bam magera. i would most certainly like to have a big dirty sex dream about him. even though his name is bam.
for this, too, i have no explanation.
hahahaha, oh man, you know what i was about to do? i was about to give a shout out to my girl and tell her to call me at work since i am so fucking bored, and then i almost LISTED MY WORK NUMBER.
hooo boy, that's rich!
hey girl, why don't you get on the horn and chew my ear off tonight. i think i am going to be home not spending money.
my stomach is burning, i have a hunger headache; i haven't eaten since last night around 8 o'clock.
tonight, i eat well.
i have been writing this entry for like 3 hours now, here and there, doing work or talking on the phone with niki.
so that's it.
fucking sweet.
that's all i have to say really.
except:
going to the mechanic this morning was so no big deal, it was unbelievable. true, i don't know how much it is going to cost to get lil' bro fixed, but when i explained the situation to mr mechanic he didn't poop his panties like the guy i talked to last night who was from the dealership. the dealership guy acted like the sky was falling, "OH MY GOD IT WAS RUNNING HOT?!!?!?!? YOU HAVE TO GET THIS LOOKED AT RIGHT AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok, we can't actually give you an appointment for your car until monday, but you can leave it here in the morning and if we have a chance we can give it a look-see...oh, no, sorry we don't have loaners to let you use to go to work...yes, i understand you work in oakland...hmmm...well, i can put a rental car here on hold for you...oh, about $40/day...ok, you too, bubye now" while this morning at the local place mr cool was very "meh, sounds like a leak, let's get you set up with a work order; a rental place is right down the street, 5 minute walk, have a good day".
now that's the kind of guy i want working on lil' bro. plus, dee said they are reliable and honest people, so i am all over it.
plus, the rental car is on special because it's the weekend, so it's only like $25/day, but that's including the insurance and all that jazz. so, i have a new car for the weekend. or, if lil' bro gets looked at today or even fixed by tomorrow, i can drop the car off tomorrow morning and then pick up lil' bro.
i haven't heard what it will cost yet, but strangly, i am not worried. either i'll be able to afford to fix it or i won't. the chances that i won't are small. thank you shitty office bitch job!
also! since the car place didn't open until 8am, i got to come in late to work. so, i got about an hour or so more sleep than usual. what a freaking difference. i should have a job where i have to be there at 9, not 8. this is good to know for the future. when i move, i will shoot for a job with 9-6 hours or something. lord knows it will suck getting out later, but i will be so much more functional and happy, so it'll be worth it.
and! ho-lee crap i had a big dirty dirty DIRTY sex dream last night. about a celebrity. about a celebrity that, though i have, for the most part, have always thought was attractive (except for the long hair days, particularly the legends of the fall phase, bip bip), i have never fantasized about once.
that's right, i had a big dirty sexxxee dream about:
brad pitt
um, what?
i have no explanation for this one. i mean, i understood my first ever sex dream (joe strummer from the clash when i was 12) and i understand why i periodically have sex dreams about d'angelo and qtip. afterall, for a very long time it was my contention that i would like to have sex with qtip until i die. i didn't care if it was exhaustion or starvation or sheer bliss that killed me, that's how i wanted to go. after voodoo came out, however, and more specifically after i saw the video for "untitled (how does it feel)" i changed my mind and decided i would like to have sex with d'angelo until i die. oh sweet d'angelo, how you have visited the hottest and most acrobatic sex dreams upon me.
but a sex dream about brad pitt? that's so...not me.
martin donovan? totally me. elvis costello? totally me. jeff buckley, fuck yes totally me. but brad pitt? nah, not so much.
on a related note, i would like it to be known that one of the things i miss the very most about my Lost Weekend (read: the ten months i spent after graduating with my very very useful philosophy degree and before moving back up here to start my illustrious job as office bitch) is laying in bed on sunday nights watching tv, fantasizing about bam magera. i would most certainly like to have a big dirty sex dream about him. even though his name is bam.
for this, too, i have no explanation.
hahahaha, oh man, you know what i was about to do? i was about to give a shout out to my girl and tell her to call me at work since i am so fucking bored, and then i almost LISTED MY WORK NUMBER.
hooo boy, that's rich!
hey girl, why don't you get on the horn and chew my ear off tonight. i think i am going to be home not spending money.
my stomach is burning, i have a hunger headache; i haven't eaten since last night around 8 o'clock.
tonight, i eat well.
i have been writing this entry for like 3 hours now, here and there, doing work or talking on the phone with niki.
so that's it.
