So today my check finally got to the gmu parking services office and my
registration hold was lifted. I registered for my 1 class for fall'06
right away.
I'm also leaving work early today to go home and take my car to a
transmission shop so I can find out why its been sometimes stalling
after I come off the highway.
Fall'06 starts 1 month from today for me.
I get my 2nd paycheck aug1, looking forward to that.
The guys called me and they couldn't find any transmission problems.
That's good. So I suppose I'll just put it in at merchants auto and
have a tune up and oil change and see what happens.
My car is now in the hands of the nice foreign gentlemen at aamco
transmission in alexandria, va.
Aamco transmission
632 s. Pickett st.
Alexandria, va.
Here's hoping if they find anything its a cheap easy fix.
You probably can't tell very well but those white areas are biiiig salt
deposits left from my continuous sweating all day. 100F+++
I went to taco bell a couple days ago and noticed the sauce packets in
perfect rows in their trays. I was stunned and oddly delighted at the
order I beheld.
This is the 2nd time I've come to the grocery for yogurt and they've
been absolutely out of any kind. Wtf??
Twitter.com
I checked it out and its less organized than upoc.com and dodgeball.com
so its usefulness escapes me.
Upoc.com is organized around group topic and dodgeball.com is organized
around physical location. Twitter.com claims to be organized by
'status' but there's no enforced syntax so its just freeform msg
logging, more or less.
Its interesting how different flavors of sms sites are developing around
the service. It makes sense, I guess, because the service is
universally available to everyone with a cellphone. Municipalities and
even the fed deliver alerts via sms, there are sms 'friend' sites, sms
chat sites, etc.
So that's my desktop. What you can't see is the process box across her
tits that died at 46.666%
Headline on Enquirer:
My laptop is possessed!
Or
Virgin mary warns of busty endtimes via laptop!
Its now the murky red bathroom. The Man doesn't want you goddamn kids
to draw on the walls anymore!
I'm at murky (yes, I walked here in this nasty humidity) and I look up
to see a ghastly fanged guardian angel watching over me.
The caption on the card under him:
***
XAVIER
Beware of Xavier. He is extremely dangerous...
He's like one of those blind deep sea fish:
He lures in little girls by acting lonely and helpless, and asking them
for a hug to cheer him up...
But then he ATTACKS them!
Yes, that's right. He lives by eating little girls. But please don't
fault him. He doesn't know how else to get a meal, and he has to eat to
survive!
***
I shit you not. Xavier sounds like a badass to me and he's got the look
to go with his attitude.
Friday night I fell down the basement stairs. Luckily I was holding the
railing and slowed my fall somewhat but I still hit my left asscheek on
about 7 steps. As you'd expect my rump is smarting even today. I
haven't looked to see if its bruised.
The funny part about this is that I know I'm getting older because aside
from thinking, 'this sucks!' I was also thinking 'don't let the stairs
hit your lower back!'.
