be my hangover girl

thoughts form, but they're a mess.
sauntered in from davis at one in the
afternoon, after a short stop in vallejo
to nurse my ailing car. i stopped by longs
to take full advantage of my employee
discount [car washing supplies= less than
ten dollars = wash/wax/sponge/towels/cleaner,
hair bleaching supplies = less than three dollars]
and now i'm home for a little more rush rush rush.
i forgot to ask my mom to buy me english cadbury
today. i feel like such a bad friend. but, i'm sure,
we'll all live.

dealership
plays this afternoon in hayward. you must all come
rock out, and buy the new cd. yes yes.

crap.

my head hurts.
i'm tired.
and my car is dead. [well, in a coma.]


but i heart dealership.
and my mother bought me celtic t-shirts today.
and my brother bought me english cadbury and kitkat bars.
but those aren't for me. well. the kitkat is.


just so you know how profoud this is; my car always dies
just before some important event. the impala lost the transmission
the night of a tori amos concert. i crashed the tempo a week before
i was to fly to seattle for bumbershoot. and now, with less than a week
to go before i fly to L.A. the saab found itself being towed home this
evening. i'm not sure exactly what's wrong, but i'm too afraid to find out
how much it will cost. [but to be honest, i don't care if it's "worth it" or not,
i'll fix it. i like this car too much. and besides. i washed it today.]