28 year old
Pagan female who lives in Florida with her guy and two cats,
loves Disney, reads fanatically, tinkers in photography and
believes growing up is overrated.
There are people on the net that have nothing better to do
with their time
then be nasty to other people online. They post rude comments, spend hours
a day talking about sites they hate so much, that they well, spend hours a
day talking about them. (lame) They mock the owners and posters for their
opinions and their right to free speech. They expect everyone to fit into
their narrow-minded little world view or else they throw a temper tantrum.
To these people I say grow up.
Here's a bit of info people...the web is
a HUGE place. If you don't like what I say here, or who I am, or what I
do, or talk about, or what I look like, or the color of my hair, or
whatever asinine thing you dwell on, go somewhere else. It's
really, really easy. Honest. You just click the little "x" in
the corner of your browser and *poof* the offending, big, mean and nasty
site has disappeared.
I pay for this site. It's mine. That
means I can use it for whatever the hell I want to. Don't like it if I'm
bitching about something in my life? Oh fucking well. Go somewhere else.
Think I'm stupid for expressing my thoughts? Too fucking bad, don't read
them. Somewhere along the line, someone forgot this simple fact: Live
and let live Don't like me, cool, fine, whatever, I don't care.
This journal is NOT for you. It's for me. I'm not in it for popularity or
fame or anything stupid like that. I write it because I need to write and
express myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So read or don't,
it doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours) bitching about it.
*gets off soapbox*
Tooth
Drive:
I need to
raise over $850 for critically needed dental
work. I'll be listing my hand made
jewelry, bracelets,
earrings, necklaces and horns
for sale to try to raise the desperately needed funds.
Every order helps. I can accept paypal payments at
webmaster@giveneyestosee.com
or check/money orders at:
M. Turner
PO Box 1484, Elfers, FL 34684
Thank you for your help and support.
I've also set
up a
tooth fund for anyone
wanted to donate without purchase.
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So Much For That Apparently, "months" wasn't even fucking close. The car is dead. New fucking battery. Love stops for gas on the way into work. Wouldn't start up again. He had to get a co-worker come and jump him and then it almost didn't even make it to his job.
We officially don't have a car. Our "let's go looking" this weekend to check out options and see how badly we'll be fucked at 30-odd percent interest rate at some buy-here-pay-here place has now turned into if we can't get something, we're literally fucked.
I don't even have words right now. I really don't.
More Crap Love had the alternator checked today. In sum? It's not dead but it's not good either. We've got a few months at best. And since I absolutely refuse to put another cent in the fucking cesspool that is our utterly non-working car, we're now pretty completely screwed. At some point in the immediate future, we need to get a new car. Which, quite frankly isn't possible unless someone either (a) co-signs for us {which isn't an option} or (b) we win the lotto {which isn't going to happen either}.
It's bad enough that our one and only car is literally falling apart and a risk every day for Love to get to work, but if it dies, we'll lose everything. I have no idea what we're supposed to do now.
Going Coastal With so very much of it, Florida have a lot of names for different areas of it's coastline. We don't just call it "Gulf Coast" (or "west coast") and "Atlantic Coast" (or "east coast") around here, oh no no sirree bob. That, would be far too simple.
So for your viewing - and educational - pleasure, here is a map showing off all the different coast names for Florida. Name those Coasts!
You're going to want to study. There will be a test on it later.
And Another Thing... More in the stupid commerical files. I'm watching tv the other night and I see something that's totally odd. So I rewind really quickly (I love dvr's) and sure enough, I saw what I thought I saw. Kool-Aid Man is now wearing shorts. And not just any shorts but really, really lame khaki's.
Since when did they start putting clothing on the Kool-Aid Man? He sure didn't wear shorts when I was a kid:
I'm sure some parents probably got all huffy that he would come tearing down walls to get at children yelling, "OH YEAH!!" while not wearing pants:
Oh Great. 9:15pm: Realize you're really hungry because you pretty much haven't eaten today, so run to the supermarket down the road to get some stuff for dinner.
9:25pm: Leave store, go to car discover it won't start because battery is dead.
9:26pm: Call your friend who thankfully lives right up the road.
9:35pm: Friend shows up. Realize that today is the last day before a Holiday and that everything will be closed Monday and that Love needs to get to work Tuesday. Friend takes us to Super Wal-Mart since it's the last chance to get a battery until Tuesday.
9:50pm - 10:40pm: Pick up battery and wait in line at Super Hell Wal-Mart.
10:40pm - 11:05pm: Try unsuccessfully to get old battery out, realize the tools you have just aren't working. Try again and get a turn over. Drive without rolling down the windows (powered and didn't want to risk not being able to get them back up), no a/c (of course, we can't use it anyway) and like a bat out of hell the mile home with friend following behind to be sure we make it.
11:10pm - Miserable, hot, sweaty (11pm: still a feels like temp of 88F) and with $55 less in our pockets that we didn't have to spend ($40-something for the battery, $1.50 FL Battery Tax, $7 Battery Deposit Fee + regular tax) there's a new battery in the back seat and a dead car.
Happy 4th to us, hu?
Tomorrow, it's take two to put the battery in just so Love can make it to work Tuesday. Tuesday he's going to try to run on lunch to get it tested to see if it's the alternator or the battery or what. At this point, we still have no idea why the battery just up and died so we have no way of knowing what's going to happen even with a new one.
It's been a bad weekend. I'm not even going to get into my electric bill from yesterday. I'm so upset I don't even want to talk about it.
Have I mentioned yet just how bad our one and only barely running car is? Yeah, thought so.
