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snoopzoggyzog
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03:03 am
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Okay
Big Chops brings the Hamm-Bai to the yard
And he's like it's better than yours
Damn right it's better than yours
I'd teach you but I have to giddygiddygiddygiddygiddy
Chop it up
The Bai is waiting
Chop it up
That Big Chops brings the Ham Boui to the yard
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03:34 am
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Ultimate?
Are we playing? PL says 4pm at Zinsser...I'll be there...
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02:44 am
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The commute from hell
is over, as of 2:14am. I drove out of garage at 59th and 10th Ave at 5:45pm, and I arrived home 8.5 hours later. Allow me to explain. I woke up late today, so I missed the Dumoulin-Smith caravan. My first thought was to take the train, but I figured it would be cheaper and quicker to take my newly "repaired" car. So I did. The ride into NYC was relatively harmless and very quick. The work day passed without incident. So when I found myself on the street in the middle of a torrential downpour afterwards, I figured what the hell, I'll be home in a hour anyway.
Things start to go wrong once I get on the highway. It is packed like whoa. Minimal movement. Then I remember that the entire electrical grid on my car is broken. No radio, no blinkers, no hazard lights, no defroster, and of course, no windshield wipers. I have to keep the windows down to avoid fogging up and making the road totally invisible. Also, I need the window down so that I can make hand signals when I want to change lanes. Yes, hand signals. As I'm squinting though rain-covered windshield, feeling like I am on some kind of tropical safari, I notice a wisp of smoke curling up from the side of my hood. Probably just steam from the rain. Right? Wrong. Within seconds, my car is spewing stanky smoke from its hood. I pull over in the middle of the West Side Highway and pop the hood to take a look. Not like I actually know anything about cars, but it seems like a good idea. There is just a lot of smoke and pipes and something rattling and gurgling, even after I turn the car off. At that moment, a towtruck magically pulls by and rather aggressively informs me that my car needs to be off the highway in five minutes or the cops will come give me a ticket. I tell him I have AAA; he says they would reimburse me the $50 towing fee, but that he can't tow me back to Hastings. I have to wait for AAA. So the guy drops me and my steaming car off under that sketchy bridge on 79th where the midnight run always stops. I call AAA, only to find that they will not be able to tow me back to Hastings until 8:42pm. I decide, despairingly, that my only option is to wait.
At this point, I'm beginning to notice an unusual amount of bird shit on my car. Shit that wasn't there before. I look up, only to discover that I am parked in a veritable pigeon-shit firing range. There are about eighty birds in the rafters crapping their little hearts out. So I turn on my car-- it starts shakily-- and I drive a block to a nearby parking space. I go to Barnes & Noble, read the entire Village Voice (even the laser-hair removal ads), have a sandwich, and call AAA at 8:40. After fifteen minutes on hold, they inform me that the new towing time is 10:42pm. I groan and settle in, picking up a book called "449 Stupid Things Republicans Have Said" (i.e. "Big taxcuts are good because I know that big taxcuts are good.") I call AAA back; again, fifteen minutes on hold, only to learn that the new time is 11:31. And so this continues. Next call, they change the ETA of the tow truck to 12:22. Fnally after putting me on hold for an hour (literally), they change it to 1:30, and I lose my shit. I see a tow truck driving down a street with another car attatched to it and I start threatening to eat the driver's children. Fortunately Ezra, who had been in touch with me the whole time, drives all the way up from Hastings and helps me figure out that my car seems to be out of coolant, and that this must be the problem. I kick the car a few times as well, because that always works. Sure enough, I drive away, Ezra following, and the car is okay.
Is it really OK? I don't know. We didn't go over 40mph because we were afraid that my car would burst into flames. Also, my tail lights and brake lights were out. But everything is cool because it is over and I am alive. If only I hadn't been a douchebag and overslept, I could have avoided this. And it looks like one thing's for sure-- I'm taking the train on Monday.
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12:17 am
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Need to sleep
But this is such a great way to procrastinate. Also, this live journal thing is really freaking me out. Because I'm talking to you. Yeah, you. Which is why it's freaky, because I'm not actually talking to you. Sort of.
Damn you Sarah Martino!
I'm very sad because I think my car is dying. It has been in the shop for most of the summer. You've probably seen it sitting at the gas station. Every time it gets fixed, something else goes wrong. Please help me pray to the car gods for the speedy recovery of the Zogwagon.
I'm stopping now.
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08:16 pm
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hello
"I probably just ruined your life."
This is what Sarah Martino told me after she helped me set this thing up. I am very concerned that my soul will be sucked away by the LiveJournal. I will try to avoid its evil clutches. Just don't tell my roommate because I always give him shit about his Xanga.
Current Mood: perplexed
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