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Ahhh, home.
Apr. 24th, 2003 11:16 pmPretty cars of the day -
BMW M3. Sighted on the offramp of the Seward highway, southbound, turning onto Abbott road. Beautiful deep blue, non-convertable. The BMW dealership (Stepp brothers) thought there was only one M class car in the city (their M3 on display; aqua; hardtop) but they were wrong.
It was being driven by a girl who couldn't have been any more than five years older than me.
Just now, driving home from the illustrious Denny's, a nice Mercedes ragtop that I didn't get a good look at because it was going the other way and it was dark (black cars in the dark, you know how it is... but it was -shiney- black... oh it was shiney) and, before I could even finish saying that I had just seen a nice Mercedes a hot, newer Porsche passed us in the far right lane, heading onto the afore mentioned highway. It was also black. Very nice looking cars, both.
That's about all for today. OH! I saw the clone of my Mazda. Same color, same year. WEEE!
I was so fatigued at work. All I want to do is sleep but I have some business to attend to after hours tonight. It's fatigue for no reason to... I'm not sure what's up. I slept from 12 to 7 30 last night... got to the Tiger's house around noon and slept for another hour and a half there... I blame the air in that appartment though. His family keeps the windows closed all the time... it's a one bedroom with four people living in it regularly, and random other people irregularly. The smell of that kind of people-traffic in a non-ventilated setting kills me. And it's hot, god it's hot. No wonder I fell asleep.
Nothing nothing. Antsieness to get out of school. Antsieness to get the two jobs I've been offerred (one of which being my old job at Michaels, which I do admit to missing). Antsieness to get my nipples peirced. ARG! And moving out. God I want to move out more than anything right now. Just have my own place, for me and the Tiger and... *grrr*
I think that is all tonight. My thought process is about as flat as the soda I drank tonight. The Denny's soda machine was losing carbonation.
BMW M3. Sighted on the offramp of the Seward highway, southbound, turning onto Abbott road. Beautiful deep blue, non-convertable. The BMW dealership (Stepp brothers) thought there was only one M class car in the city (their M3 on display; aqua; hardtop) but they were wrong.
It was being driven by a girl who couldn't have been any more than five years older than me.
Just now, driving home from the illustrious Denny's, a nice Mercedes ragtop that I didn't get a good look at because it was going the other way and it was dark (black cars in the dark, you know how it is... but it was -shiney- black... oh it was shiney) and, before I could even finish saying that I had just seen a nice Mercedes a hot, newer Porsche passed us in the far right lane, heading onto the afore mentioned highway. It was also black. Very nice looking cars, both.
That's about all for today. OH! I saw the clone of my Mazda. Same color, same year. WEEE!
I was so fatigued at work. All I want to do is sleep but I have some business to attend to after hours tonight. It's fatigue for no reason to... I'm not sure what's up. I slept from 12 to 7 30 last night... got to the Tiger's house around noon and slept for another hour and a half there... I blame the air in that appartment though. His family keeps the windows closed all the time... it's a one bedroom with four people living in it regularly, and random other people irregularly. The smell of that kind of people-traffic in a non-ventilated setting kills me. And it's hot, god it's hot. No wonder I fell asleep.
Nothing nothing. Antsieness to get out of school. Antsieness to get the two jobs I've been offerred (one of which being my old job at Michaels, which I do admit to missing). Antsieness to get my nipples peirced. ARG! And moving out. God I want to move out more than anything right now. Just have my own place, for me and the Tiger and... *grrr*
I think that is all tonight. My thought process is about as flat as the soda I drank tonight. The Denny's soda machine was losing carbonation.