the clog

Time to pop some caps...

I was driving around the other day and during a moment of innattention I kissed the curb. Tried to grind like a skateboard using my car. Discovering new avenues for driving that do not include roads. You get the point. Anyway, before I could yell "$&*((#*@()($*(@" my front right hubcap flew off. The worst part was that as it flew off it landed right in front of my car in time for me to run over. Crap.

Suffice to say, the hubcap was totalled and I was not a happy camper. Plus my head was still hurting from my last migraine bout, which made swearing very difficult (my head hurts more when I talk loudly. And let's face it, swearing's not any fun if you have to whisper).

So I had to go out the next day and buy a whole new set of 'caps. The old ones looked retarded anyway. The new hubcaps actually look pretty okay. So all's well that ends well. 'Cept that now I won't have that much money to buy a birthday present for me. *Sigh*

And yes, I do buy myself birthday presents. That way at least I'll get ONE present that I really wanted. It's actually a pretty good practice. You should try it if you don't already. And no, Resident Evil doesn't count. That was a NECESSITY. Totally different from a birthday present. Really.

Rumoku out!