so my neighbor hits my car, tears the front bumper up good on the right side. She leaves a message, minus insurance info, and generally avoids my phone calls and does not answer her door when I come to collect it so that I can get proper estimates. Eventually, I get it, and eventually, my car is taken off to the shop.

one: I'm picked up and taken to, what the fuck is it called, Enterprise mebbe? Whatever the rental car place is called. An old dude is driving, probably pushing eighty. He's ranting about people who live in Novato and Marin County (they are, in his opinion, "yuppies") to me in a manner that makes me think he is probably entirely too capable of being a serial killer in his free time and, while we're stopped at a light... the car behind us rams into us. Common sense says pull over. What does the old psycho do? "Eh, it's ok," and continues his drive to the rental car place, while still on this same tangent about Novato people. The car behind us beeps a few times when we don't stop, but amazingly, they don't follow! I am not fond of old people.

two: While taking care of my precious car, the auto body shop takes off the back bumper by mistake. The guy who works there calls me, obviously really pissed, and apologizes for it, then proceeds to tell me that they will be repairing the right bumper, and replacing the wrong bumper free of charge. I dunno if this is a good thing or a bad thing. My car was supposed to be done on Thursday, but thanks to the mistake, they'll have it til Monday, maybe even early Tuesday.

I want my car back. =( I think I left one of my sneakers in it, because I can't find it anywhere else. Damnit!

Dear neighbor,
please lose your license or insurance so that you can stop running your car into things (houses, cars). Everyone would appreciate it.

Love,
me

also: contemplating csa box. Need to call and ask about weight/amount since their site is woefully lacking on what I'd think is fairly important details.

hells yes, Mork and Mindy marathon on scifi on friday!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY thecwqpoet!

Let's get married to CF and Steph, and live in a victorian house, where we will spend the rest of our years giving children the evil eye and being dicks to people for fun.

A saying to remember: "Well, call me a coldhearted dick forged in the fires of hell, but..."

Yessssss.

Soo, after waiting all day, literally ALL DAY, to get an emergency appointment with my gp, he calls at 4. Says, "come on in, I can see you at 4:15." I get dressed, get ready, and as I'm heading out the door, the phone rings...

"I can't see you this evening. I stopped seeing patients. Call back tomorrow."

*dies*

whoooo wisdom teeth extraction inflicted ear infection, good times. Why does this always happen to me on a Friday night, when my doctor's office is closed? Being in pain through an entire weekend is balls.

My brother's neighbor deserves a good punch in the face. I brought Brian down to his house and, to make a very long, irritating story short, her dog basically bites Brian in the face.. he was bleeding and everything, and just when I thought it could get no worse, she says, "he is just showing Brian how to be polite in dog society." By ripping his face off? I will never bring him down there again. She even tells me afterward that I should give Brian to Alex, so that he can live down in Novato, because she "is selfish and wants more dogs in the neighborhood". Fucking christ, I wanted to hit her... >:/

Operation Wisdom Teeth II: complete!

My face is swollen and I get the distinct feeling I'm drooling on myself. Sexy.

I am completely insane.

( here's your proof: )

In other news: Petaluma needs to fall into the ocean and cease to exist.