playin' with my money is like playin' with my emotions...
after going to the post office to send some packages, and dropping a couple of bills on cigars, I looked at my wallet and was attacked by a flurry of moths. stansworth is broke, yo.
not for long, thank god. it's almost the end of the month, meaning that the divorcees I date will get their alimony checks from their cordial exes. in turn, those hags will spend their deadbeats' hard earned money on me. just kidding, I'm waiting on my refund check from THE MAN.
last night's spur of the moment roadtrip was a lot of fun. I should have stayed until the wee morning hours, but a very pissed black lab puppy would have shat all over my place to get back at me for not taking his black ass on the road with me. I'll be returning sometime this week. I have to drive will's car back to him.
I like roadtrips, but I figure that I would do without this one.
I like to live dangerously. but, the prospect of possibly getting stranded on 71 outside of la grange is not exactly my cup of tea. I retrieved wg's "fixed" car from the shop this evening, only to have it bust on me 4 blocks down the road. AFTER the shop had closed. so I sat there in the darkness reading a road atlas with truman, while I waited for my dad to rescue us. he got there and we went "american chopper" on that car. we jerry rigged it enough for me to limp home. I'll take a closer look at it in the morning, and hopefully I can putt putt it back to austin.
I have to. I really really want to ride back down the next morning in a bmw full of honeys. the ultimate driving machine is one fun vehicle. even more so under the influence of some bourbon and cokes.
ok, I'm going to do some of that showering thing I've heard so much about,
stinky mechanic
after going to the post office to send some packages, and dropping a couple of bills on cigars, I looked at my wallet and was attacked by a flurry of moths. stansworth is broke, yo.
not for long, thank god. it's almost the end of the month, meaning that the divorcees I date will get their alimony checks from their cordial exes. in turn, those hags will spend their deadbeats' hard earned money on me. just kidding, I'm waiting on my refund check from THE MAN.
last night's spur of the moment roadtrip was a lot of fun. I should have stayed until the wee morning hours, but a very pissed black lab puppy would have shat all over my place to get back at me for not taking his black ass on the road with me. I'll be returning sometime this week. I have to drive will's car back to him.
I like roadtrips, but I figure that I would do without this one.
I like to live dangerously. but, the prospect of possibly getting stranded on 71 outside of la grange is not exactly my cup of tea. I retrieved wg's "fixed" car from the shop this evening, only to have it bust on me 4 blocks down the road. AFTER the shop had closed. so I sat there in the darkness reading a road atlas with truman, while I waited for my dad to rescue us. he got there and we went "american chopper" on that car. we jerry rigged it enough for me to limp home. I'll take a closer look at it in the morning, and hopefully I can putt putt it back to austin.
I have to. I really really want to ride back down the next morning in a bmw full of honeys. the ultimate driving machine is one fun vehicle. even more so under the influence of some bourbon and cokes.
ok, I'm going to do some of that showering thing I've heard so much about,
stinky mechanic
