Ugh. Just. Ugh.
How To Tell If A Toy Is For Boys or Girls
Time to remind people…
(Need to remind people from http://scidoll.com/an-open-letter-to-tesco/)
And Radio Paradise contributes to the entropy by throwing in the majesty that is Nick Drake.
That moment you decide a taste of tequila won’t hurt anything, then deciding to try to get paperwork done for work after apparently more than intended.
Libra & Being Alone
Oh frak yes.
Not that I’d know or anything.
I feel like I can officially announce that the Pathfinder which had vexed me so (2 alternators in a week amongst other things) and threatened much, much more vexation has been put out to pasture (the gist of the future vexation is that I’d started receiving mails from lawyers looking for people willing to partcipate in a class action lawsuit against Nissan over defective radiators, which in this case, have a nasty tendency of taking out the transmission as well, and if not under warranty, upwards of $3k to repair…
… and has the potential to break again after repair, to boot!).
So a few weeks ago whilst looking wistfully as used car apps on my phone, I discovered a low mileage saloon at a local big name dealership, originally looked at a diesel version for a bit less but with 3x the miles already on it. So, after careful perusal, my whole brain said “what the hell”, prayed the not to distant foray into Ch. 7 wouldn’t destroy me, and well let’s just say that after a few hours of nervousness and a few weeks of waiting for the payment book to arrive (waiting for something to go horribly wrong in the meantime) that…
… Jettas are cool. I drive a Jetta now. Oddly enough, not Tardis blue nor Viper white, or Raider silver for that matter. But it is a lovely bright shade of red. I’d forgotten how much fun a 5 speed can be to drive. I’d missed that so.
Ok, sorry to bore you to tears, back to your regularly scheduled programme.