there goes the old transmission. GUNK and a rubber smell and oily leakage and HOLY SHIT THIS DUDE QUOTED ME 2K.
can i reapply for FEMA?
everything feels unbelievably hard here. school, using my brain, job hunting, planning a move back east, my car....
effin' A. sucks sucks sucks. shitty thing? my transmission is (according to new mechanic) supposed to have a serial # on it, but it's been scratched off. eh? what does that mean?
2005. the year that was a pain in my ass.
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But look! Free wireless Internet access in the French Quarter!
Wheee!
It's almost over.
And hey, 2005 is the year you got to meet meeeeeee.
Paltry consolation, I know.
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