sorry mr. blog i've been a really bad patron.

writing the wonderful end term essays that will one day land me a spot in a prestigious graduate school. not

applying for government summer jobs that pay way less than most other summer jobs but necessary if i am ever to become a bureaucratic hack. the ministry of labour is ironically looking for labour slaves to review pay equity throughout the 1990s. the pay is a real shittier but should look aight on the cv.

busy with a beautiful british accented girl that insists on taking her clothes and letting me touch her in private places. no, actually, demands that i do.

not all has been well unfortunately. my 'american muscle' car is apparently on life support judging by the clanking noises coming from underhood.

one mechanic claims that the value of the car is about the cost of the repairs. if i am unwilling to pay that much, his advice is drive it to the death and when it croaks, take off the licenses plates and hand the keys to a bum to make a nice home out of it. i may have added the part about the bum making a nest out of the car. he didn't say anything about such a thing. nevertheless, the news isn't good and i've taken to riding the immigrant factory the past few days. each time i get off the bus, i feel the grit on my skin and sudden urge to scrub myself till i bleed.

another mechanic says the situation is salvageable and will cost around 250. i like where the guy is going and i plan on dragging american muscle to his shop tomorrow morning. he's not making any guarantees but possibly keep her around for a little while for see her to see her 18th birthday. that makes her legal and some places and after that, i could careless what happens to her.

in the meantime, i've taken some time to browse through auto dealers magazines and have narrowed in on getting a sexy penis extension known as an acura integra or the economic jetta.

this is getting boring and probably so is the reader.

peace out. respect. keep it real.