Mi Vida Loca
SOOO… it’s Wednesday night, and I’m waiting eagerly for the new episode of ABC’s hit drama LOST. Does that make me a bad person, or just a boring one? Whatever, it’s gonna rule.
I haven’t updated in so long… I’ve been very distracted lately. Work has been fucking awful, and I’m both amazingly busy and spectacularly bored all day long. YEAH! Smautumn is doing well in skool - coding like a supernerd! I’m so proud. Somebody on TV was just talking about drinking tequilla and tonics (which sounds pretty fucking nasty) but I’ve really been craving a Moscow Mule lately, and I don’t know why. I think my Trader Joe’s beer and bourbon will treat me JUUST fine tonight.
I had what must have been the worst meal of my LIFE this week at motherfuckin’ SEVA. Seva is a vegetarian restaurant in Ann Arbor that’s always been really overpriced and served incredibly bland food - but I’m used to that. This time, I ordered some new specialty on the menu, corn crepes with goat cheese, chipotle sauce, and some wild rice fritter things. When it arrived? They apparently managed to turn a dish where each ingredient would have good, strong flavor into FUCKING MUSH! I don’t know how you can render a chipotle pepper tasteless, but if you need that done, they can help you. Ugh. Never going back, this time for reals. Fuckin’ hippies.
I’ve been working on the Volvo all the time, and I think I’m ever-so-slowly getting better at it. It’s actually a lot like troubleshooting computer problems - just with more grease. This weekend I’ll be changing drivebelts and replacing the bushings on my steering pump. Before winter, I need to replace all my fluids and check out some hot steering/suspension ACTION! If I keep doing okay with it, I’m definitely buying another ride next summer, either an old Valiant or a turbo volvo (maybe a stick, too). I guess I’ll have to sell the damn toyota one of these days, though.
And that’s Mi Vida Loca — CAN YOU HANDLE IT?
song of the day: Spoon: Everything Hits at Once (from Girls Can Tell)
September 21st, 2005 at 5:51 pm
McGee, that Seva shit was some overpriced hippie hash, I tell you what. Fuck that place!
Hey, the art skool isn’t challenging you–we should make a comic book together so we don’t lose our roots! For reals, homes ;-)
September 21st, 2005 at 5:56 pm
g. d. your blog automatically changed my emoticon to a yellow smiley—EEEWWWW!!!!
Convert my tiny ascii penis, cabrones!!!
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September 26th, 2005 at 5:32 pm
I think I worked at SEVA for a spell. Wheat grass did nothing for my drug habit. The only good thing was the creamsicles. mmm. Now I have to try the emoticon thing out.
September 26th, 2005 at 5:33 pm
:) ;(
September 26th, 2005 at 5:34 pm
your blog hates me. Tonight I came home and the cats had wrappped a shoelace around the top of Ben’s guitar. I can’t figure out how in the world they could do it sans thumbs. I only know they want him dead.
September 26th, 2005 at 5:35 pm
LAW AND ORDER SVU DUDE!!!!