The little engine that no longer could

My car is on it's death bed. I'm not sure how much longer it has, but it needs an engine transplant to save it. Either that or I will have to put oil and antifreeze in it every few days to get me around. I've taken it to the shop so many times in recent months and have always thought they could fix any problem that came up, but unfortunately they are just men and not miracle workers. It's kind of making me sad to think I won't have it much longer. I've been through alot with this car and see it as an extention of myself. Or at least of my house. It's about as messy and lived in as my house anyway. I was only 19 when I got it and if you had asked me then if I'd still have it now I probably would have said no, but here I am 165,000 miles later and feeling nostalgic about an automobile. I guess that's normal though. But hopefully very soon I'll be driving a new car, or at least new to me. I'm not above used cars. I'd like to get an Elelment, but unless I buy it new they're kind of hard to find used. I'll keep you all updated.

So I'm going to Columbus with Shane this weekend and getting drunk and belligerent with him and Andrea and whoever else shows up. I'm really looking forward to it. The three of us haven't hung out properly since Camelot days and I haven't gone out drinking much this summer. I can almost taste the beer. There's nothing like a draft beer outside on a hot summer evening. Except maybe a margarita. Those are good too. But beer is cheaper and I have to buy a car, so beer it is. I guess we might be going to some Celtic festival, kind of like German-Amer. fest up here, only jig dancing instead of lederhosen and brats. Should be fun. Peace out in the mo fo hood ya'll!

"She was blessed with a nack for giving bad advice" -Sam Roberts