Saturday, April 27, 2002

I look like crap, the car looks great

I love my little car, even though it's not very much to look at nor is it much to behold. Lately I've been treating Peaches (that's the car's name) like crap because I can't find time in my schedule to wash it down and remove that fond protective dirt covering. In other words, I'm lazy as hell. My Voodoo Babies, precious ones, I'm confessing that some days I'd rather lay in bed and stare at the cobwebs rather than do the important little things like my car maintenance. Alas, it's done.

I lost my slipper a few times, almost toppling myself to the ground due to my lack of suction cups on my feet. My shirt, soaked. Shorts, soaked. (Don't worry I didn't wear the white teeshirt this time). Life is grand because my hoo-ride now glistens in the sun. It's a new car, from all angles. I even shook out the mats. Filth, I tell you.

I found a sock, some shoes, a box of swisher sweets (empty), some loose change, and a phone number of a guy I met in college who bitched at me: "you never called me after you left Davis." Well, sugar, I didn't want to. Tossed his card into the back seat. Sure thing buddy. Your game was weak then, and it is now.

I think I'm going to hit the shower, get some rest and prepare for brl Social #3: the Miyake Experience.

Peas,
Voodoo

PS: Any cute guys want to wash my car for me on a regular basis? Email me.

posted by Voodoo Child @ 3:15:00 PM