It's in the shop...again.
They told me it's the rack and pinion something or other. All I heard was $600.
This isn't much motivation to stay with my much loved high end hoopty. I've been mulling over whether or not to sell it and get a Scion xA/Nissan Versa/Honda Fit/anything that won't break down on me every 4 months, but whenever I get like this, I make sure to talk to a couple of people so that I get my head together and keep my car. I went to work today and did just that.
Around lunch, I told a colleague of mine that my car was back in the shop for the third time this year.
"Why haven't you bought a new one?"
"I'm too used to not having a car payment. "
"When was the last time you had a car payment to make?"
"Never."
"You need to come on over to the adult world."
BINGO. Never in life should a $400/month paycheck deduction in the name of a newer whip qualify me to be an adult.
I'll be waiting on my mechanic to call me so I can hand him a chunk of my Jamaica Fund money. Yeah, it sucks, but it's better than having to do it little by little every month.
Word.
Showing posts with label This ish sucks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label This ish sucks. Show all posts
Monday, July 7, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Stuck on the Demon Box...
I just got Eddie Murphy's RAW.
It's been way too long and I forgot dude was so hilarious and manly in his heyday.
WE ATE THE TOYS, EDDIE!!
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That Primetime show with Deion and Pilar Sanders is funny as hell. If you get Oxygen, you should watch it. Hilarity.
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ANTM is starting to irritate the hell out of me. I still watch it religiously, but these broads are a catty mess. I'm glad the season is over. Fatima looks like skeletor, Anya sounds like she has a disability, Dominique looks like a tranny (but she's my favorite for some reason), and Whitney is a bitch (good for her and her plight for the girls with ample frames though). The best part of this show is Ms. Jay - HANDS DOWN! When the hell is Project Runway restarting?!?!
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I LOVE The Daily Show and The Colbert Report. The news is just boring now. All this ish about Barack and Hillary is draining. I can watch those two white men all day though.
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Lost is starting to suck. The show is getting to be predictable and irritating. To think I spent all those weekends catching up on four and a half seasons for this ish. Booooooooooooooooooo.
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I need to go read a book. Sheesh.
It's been way too long and I forgot dude was so hilarious and manly in his heyday.
WE ATE THE TOYS, EDDIE!!
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That Primetime show with Deion and Pilar Sanders is funny as hell. If you get Oxygen, you should watch it. Hilarity.
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ANTM is starting to irritate the hell out of me. I still watch it religiously, but these broads are a catty mess. I'm glad the season is over. Fatima looks like skeletor, Anya sounds like she has a disability, Dominique looks like a tranny (but she's my favorite for some reason), and Whitney is a bitch (good for her and her plight for the girls with ample frames though). The best part of this show is Ms. Jay - HANDS DOWN! When the hell is Project Runway restarting?!?!
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I LOVE The Daily Show and The Colbert Report. The news is just boring now. All this ish about Barack and Hillary is draining. I can watch those two white men all day though.
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Lost is starting to suck. The show is getting to be predictable and irritating. To think I spent all those weekends catching up on four and a half seasons for this ish. Booooooooooooooooooo.
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I need to go read a book. Sheesh.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Ugh
Just read Mo'Kelly's blog on 50 Cent's "beef" with Alicia Keys. I am truly disgusted.
50 is an idiot and is shameless in making himself look even more like an idiot when he speaks to people in interviews. It's disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. I would add more, but it's only going to be a string of expletives with no real literary value - entertaining or otherwise.
This is the shit that makes me hate hip-hop. Honestly.
50 is an idiot and is shameless in making himself look even more like an idiot when he speaks to people in interviews. It's disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. I would add more, but it's only going to be a string of expletives with no real literary value - entertaining or otherwise.
This is the shit that makes me hate hip-hop. Honestly.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
And this is how I'm really feeling
I swear...I'm so dissatisfied with my occupation right now. I paid out oodles and oodles of money to get a degree (2 actually) and am doing nothing related to either one. What's worse is that some of my friends who graduated with me are doing big.things.
I know I shouldn't try to compare my life with others, but sometimes I can't help but thinking that I've wasted so much time and effort to be where I am. It seriously depresses me sometimes. I could be doing so much more.
Then again, the future is unwritten, so who knows what's ahead. I do know, however, that something is bound to pan out for someone who busts their ass consistently with everything. I'm just tired of waiting and obstacles and setbacks and miscellaneous happenings that tie my hands and force me in a different direction.
Just had to vent.
Monday, February 4, 2008
And We're Back...
And not in a good way.
My car, that I just got out of the shop for the sum of nearly $1,300, is back in the damn shop. For some reason unbeknown to me, my car decided not to start when I was ready to leave work today.
I seem to have the worst luck with cars. *sigh*
If this is more than a $350 fix, I'm getting a new car. Just like mom and sister apparently. There must be something in the water.
My car, that I just got out of the shop for the sum of nearly $1,300, is back in the damn shop. For some reason unbeknown to me, my car decided not to start when I was ready to leave work today.
I seem to have the worst luck with cars. *sigh*
If this is more than a $350 fix, I'm getting a new car. Just like mom and sister apparently. There must be something in the water.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
What I'm Reading Now
In an effort to increase the amount I read (and the trips to my current favorite bookstore/gallery/weird gift shop, La Luz de Jesus in Los Feliz), I thought I'd give a small update on the book that I'm currently getting into. This time, it's Hot Water Music by Charles Bukowski.It's more a collection of several short stories than a traditional book, but it is damn.entertaining all the same. Interesting and extreme characters coupled with obscene language and circumstances are making this one a very fun one for me.
In an unrelated incident, it's raining like crazy in L.A. right now and my trusty, no power steering having car with over 176K miles on it decides to get a flat tire. Lovely. Sometimes I don't know if I should just cut my losses and get another one. The "buy-itis" (coined by my daddy - LOL) I am afflicted with wants a shiny new thing, but I've been so used to not having a car payment...decisions, decisions.
It seems that whenever I'm set to go one direction, something manages to find itself in my pathway, and screws up my plans. Story of my life...
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
This Christmas
I really didn't have much of an expectation - and in true form, I got what I thought I would.
Not much of anything.
I can't say that this was a particularly hard holiday, but it definitely wasn't the same. No tree, no family dinner, no cards exchanged, no dad. There were obligatory presents, but most were from myself and folks on the outside.
My mother, bless her heart, is trying. I can tell. But holidays aren't her thing. Never have been. And as much as I tried to infuse a bit of holiday cheer in everyone, I was met with monotone one worded answers full of indifference. I wish I could make it better for everyone.
At least I got to see my oldest sister who made a special trip down to see us since she wasn't having Christmas this year where she lives. It, honestly, was the highlight of this month. I don't often get to see all of my sisters in the same place at the same time.
Maybe next year will be better. Maybe not.
I didn't even get to hear Mr. Hathaway sing. Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Not much of anything.
I can't say that this was a particularly hard holiday, but it definitely wasn't the same. No tree, no family dinner, no cards exchanged, no dad. There were obligatory presents, but most were from myself and folks on the outside.
My mother, bless her heart, is trying. I can tell. But holidays aren't her thing. Never have been. And as much as I tried to infuse a bit of holiday cheer in everyone, I was met with monotone one worded answers full of indifference. I wish I could make it better for everyone.
At least I got to see my oldest sister who made a special trip down to see us since she wasn't having Christmas this year where she lives. It, honestly, was the highlight of this month. I don't often get to see all of my sisters in the same place at the same time.
Maybe next year will be better. Maybe not.
I didn't even get to hear Mr. Hathaway sing. Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Grin-DING
Man...
I'm tired as all get out.
As I sit here at 3:00am STILL prepping stuff for my portfolio and thinking about the millions of projects (or so it seems) that are due in the next 2 weeks, I just realized that I need to sleep sometime this week.
Today ain't the day, but let's hope I get to it eventually. Between the aforementioned portfolio, a computer rendered electronics store proposal, a lamp (that yours truly must construct), a forthcoming test shoot, and designing an Emmy's gift suite (YAY ME!!! It's probably the most legit thing I've done ALL YEAR), I'm tapped...almost tapped the heck out.
Jesus be a co-pilot.
I can't wait until all of this is over. Then I can have my real job and not worry about projects...
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That almost made me laugh out loud. Delirium is setting in. *sigh*
Pray for me, ya'll. I just need to make it to the 24th in one piece and of sound mind.
I'm tired as all get out.
As I sit here at 3:00am STILL prepping stuff for my portfolio and thinking about the millions of projects (or so it seems) that are due in the next 2 weeks, I just realized that I need to sleep sometime this week.
Today ain't the day, but let's hope I get to it eventually. Between the aforementioned portfolio, a computer rendered electronics store proposal, a lamp (that yours truly must construct), a forthcoming test shoot, and designing an Emmy's gift suite (YAY ME!!! It's probably the most legit thing I've done ALL YEAR), I'm tapped...almost tapped the heck out.
Jesus be a co-pilot.
I can't wait until all of this is over. Then I can have my real job and not worry about projects...
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That almost made me laugh out loud. Delirium is setting in. *sigh*
Pray for me, ya'll. I just need to make it to the 24th in one piece and of sound mind.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Lamentations...
Ok, so I had NO idea that looking for gainful employment would be this hard. I mean...this SUCKS. I've heard more "we're not hiring"s in the past three days than I have in my whole life. All of this trapsing back and forth across Los Angeles County is definitely NOT the business.
They're lucky that gas has gone down.
No, I wasn't expecting something to be dropped in the palm of my hand (although that would be pretty freakin sweet at this point), but I'm in a bind right now and pounding pavement with no results is starting to take its toll on me. Funds are low and debts are high...and climbing higher still as I manage to conveniently forget every financial lession regarding responsible credit card use.
I know I'm going to make it. Losing really isn't an option at this point. But Gordon Bennett, I need some relief.
If you would like to contribute to the Help Alicia Pay Her Bills Fund, please e-mail me. Thank you and good day.
They're lucky that gas has gone down.
No, I wasn't expecting something to be dropped in the palm of my hand (although that would be pretty freakin sweet at this point), but I'm in a bind right now and pounding pavement with no results is starting to take its toll on me. Funds are low and debts are high...and climbing higher still as I manage to conveniently forget every financial lession regarding responsible credit card use.
I know I'm going to make it. Losing really isn't an option at this point. But Gordon Bennett, I need some relief.
If you would like to contribute to the Help Alicia Pay Her Bills Fund, please e-mail me. Thank you and good day.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Why I'm NEVER going to Roscoe's
Yeah, I said it. I'm never going to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles on Susent and Gower again. The love for the ecclectic mix of waffle and chicken is still there, but I can't take going to that establishment. It's painful. Like, sliding into salt and vinegar after tussling with a tiger painful. Like, having pushpins stuck into my skin one by one very.slowly. from head to toe painful. Like, watching BET's version of "The Hills" painful.
I'll recap the Reader's Digest version for you:
Before I got to the entrance with my friends who were visiting from out of town, I was called a "b*tch " for not responding to the cat calls of "Ay, bay-bay!" coming from an overdone truck driving by (I was texting and walking; paying attention to fools in cars was not on the menu at that moment).
When we got up to the door, we were told that the wait was 45 minutes. This is typical, but at 2:00am coming off of a long day, that wasn't really what I wanted to hear. Sure the place is the size of a shoe box with a newly added wing, but damn.
So, we're waiting outside among a sea of half-nekkid women with TERRIBLE weaves engulfing men that were extremely starved for attention. I mean, yelling to people 3 football fields away from them, making sure the wrist with the sparkly watch on it was in full view of everyone, taking off running for seemingly no reason, the whole nine. I was so undone. Then there was a 700-decibel argument about the aforementioned lay-ties being from the valley vs. Los Angeles (this is a big debate out this way...believe me). This mess was just ignorant.
I won't even mention the myriad of cars that passed by with radios up to 40, mashing out and looking out of the windows.
Stunting. In front of a restaurant. Wow.
An hour passed. We sat outside. For an hour. Outside. Having to look at all of this mess. For.An.Hour.
When we finally got in, the A/C was on full blast in the back...SO NOT COOL. Well, actually, it was quite cold, but you know what I mean.
Anyway, black folks post club were in full form: loud, ornery, and overloving. I'm going to need for men to not try to holla at people that are two tables away from them. I'm also going to need for people to learn how not to fill an entire room with the caucophany of their conversation about the night's dealings. I was trying to eat my waffle in peace. I really was.
We finally finished, but upon exit, my group was met with a near table's judgment on how the girls I was with compared to the women on Flavor of Love. I think I was Buckeey. Tiff was Pumkin, Ash was Hoopz. Lovely.
Thanks, guys. Thanks.
I think because I wasn't drunk and I haven't been out in a while, I forgot that this is normal Roscoe's on a Saturday night. Do better. Please and thank you.
I'll recap the Reader's Digest version for you:
Before I got to the entrance with my friends who were visiting from out of town, I was called a "b*tch " for not responding to the cat calls of "Ay, bay-bay!" coming from an overdone truck driving by (I was texting and walking; paying attention to fools in cars was not on the menu at that moment).
When we got up to the door, we were told that the wait was 45 minutes. This is typical, but at 2:00am coming off of a long day, that wasn't really what I wanted to hear. Sure the place is the size of a shoe box with a newly added wing, but damn.
So, we're waiting outside among a sea of half-nekkid women with TERRIBLE weaves engulfing men that were extremely starved for attention. I mean, yelling to people 3 football fields away from them, making sure the wrist with the sparkly watch on it was in full view of everyone, taking off running for seemingly no reason, the whole nine. I was so undone. Then there was a 700-decibel argument about the aforementioned lay-ties being from the valley vs. Los Angeles (this is a big debate out this way...believe me). This mess was just ignorant.
I won't even mention the myriad of cars that passed by with radios up to 40, mashing out and looking out of the windows.
Stunting. In front of a restaurant. Wow.
An hour passed. We sat outside. For an hour. Outside. Having to look at all of this mess. For.An.Hour.
When we finally got in, the A/C was on full blast in the back...SO NOT COOL. Well, actually, it was quite cold, but you know what I mean.
Anyway, black folks post club were in full form: loud, ornery, and overloving. I'm going to need for men to not try to holla at people that are two tables away from them. I'm also going to need for people to learn how not to fill an entire room with the caucophany of their conversation about the night's dealings. I was trying to eat my waffle in peace. I really was.
We finally finished, but upon exit, my group was met with a near table's judgment on how the girls I was with compared to the women on Flavor of Love. I think I was Buckeey. Tiff was Pumkin, Ash was Hoopz. Lovely.
Thanks, guys. Thanks.
I think because I wasn't drunk and I haven't been out in a while, I forgot that this is normal Roscoe's on a Saturday night. Do better. Please and thank you.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Emotional Rollercoaster
Why am I so good at predicting my own future?
Last night I cried, tossed and turned
Woke up with dry eyes
My mind was racing, feet were pacing
Lord, help me please, tell me what I have gotten into
Ran my 3 miles to clear my mind
It always helps me out
It's my therapy when I'm losin' it
Which is usually, hey
I'm on an emotional rollercoaster
Lovin' you ain't nothin' healthy
Lovin' you was never good for me (For me)
But I can't get off
This emotional rollercoaster
Lovin' you ain't nothin' healthy
Lovin' you was never good for me (For me, oh)
But I can't get off
Yesterday I told myself
I was gonna be okay
Gonna start a new day, truly happy
I was gonna take control of me
But eventually reality hit me
Mentally, physically, emotionally
And I opened my eyes and realized
That I was still bein' taken for a constant ride on your
I'm on an emotional rollercoaster (Ooh, baby)
Lovin' you ain't nothin' healthy (For real, it's never happened for me)
Lovin' you was never good for me (Oh, but I can't get)
But I can't get off (Ooh...ooh...baby...)
Emotional rollercoaster (You got me goin' up and down)
Lovin' you ain't nothin' healthy (Oh)
Lovin' you was never good for me (Never good for me, ah)
But I can't get off
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I never though this day would come. I thought that I possessed enough fortitude, enough of a barrier, and enough sheer will to get me through this.
I'm breaking.
Little by little, day by day, I am breaking. I feel it more and more everytime I look at a happy couple or I see something that makes me want to call him...and I do, but I don't get a response. Ever. I'm not trying to beg or plead. I just wanted to wish him a happy 4th of July. I just wanted to tell him about the 4 dudes that walked into the Saddle Ranch in speedos so he could say something like, "Oh, word?"
Still. No response. And it feels like someone punched me in the chest.
I don't think people understand that I lost my best friend. I've lost the one person who had a major hold on every part of me. And as much as I pray and pray and pray, I still can't get past the feeling that part of me is gone. As much as I know that I am a complete individual without him, this sh!t hurts. Bad.
So now, I've come to the point where I can't sleep until 3am. My appetite is damn near non-existent. And I'm doing hella compulsive stuff with my Visa that I have NO business doing. Depression? Who knows. But whatever it is, I need to get past it. I'm trying to get past it.
Right now, I don't know if I can.
Was it for the best? In truth, it certainly was. However, as we see with so many medications lately, the side effects can be more hellish than the original condition being treated.
Bear with me, y'all. I'm trying to get through this the best way I can.
Truly.
Last night I cried, tossed and turned
Woke up with dry eyes
My mind was racing, feet were pacing
Lord, help me please, tell me what I have gotten into
Ran my 3 miles to clear my mind
It always helps me out
It's my therapy when I'm losin' it
Which is usually, hey
I'm on an emotional rollercoaster
Lovin' you ain't nothin' healthy
Lovin' you was never good for me (For me)
But I can't get off
This emotional rollercoaster
Lovin' you ain't nothin' healthy
Lovin' you was never good for me (For me, oh)
But I can't get off
Yesterday I told myself
I was gonna be okay
Gonna start a new day, truly happy
I was gonna take control of me
But eventually reality hit me
Mentally, physically, emotionally
And I opened my eyes and realized
That I was still bein' taken for a constant ride on your
I'm on an emotional rollercoaster (Ooh, baby)
Lovin' you ain't nothin' healthy (For real, it's never happened for me)
Lovin' you was never good for me (Oh, but I can't get)
But I can't get off (Ooh...ooh...baby...)
Emotional rollercoaster (You got me goin' up and down)
Lovin' you ain't nothin' healthy (Oh)
Lovin' you was never good for me (Never good for me, ah)
But I can't get off
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I never though this day would come. I thought that I possessed enough fortitude, enough of a barrier, and enough sheer will to get me through this.
I'm breaking.
Little by little, day by day, I am breaking. I feel it more and more everytime I look at a happy couple or I see something that makes me want to call him...and I do, but I don't get a response. Ever. I'm not trying to beg or plead. I just wanted to wish him a happy 4th of July. I just wanted to tell him about the 4 dudes that walked into the Saddle Ranch in speedos so he could say something like, "Oh, word?"
Still. No response. And it feels like someone punched me in the chest.
I don't think people understand that I lost my best friend. I've lost the one person who had a major hold on every part of me. And as much as I pray and pray and pray, I still can't get past the feeling that part of me is gone. As much as I know that I am a complete individual without him, this sh!t hurts. Bad.
So now, I've come to the point where I can't sleep until 3am. My appetite is damn near non-existent. And I'm doing hella compulsive stuff with my Visa that I have NO business doing. Depression? Who knows. But whatever it is, I need to get past it. I'm trying to get past it.
Right now, I don't know if I can.
Was it for the best? In truth, it certainly was. However, as we see with so many medications lately, the side effects can be more hellish than the original condition being treated.
Bear with me, y'all. I'm trying to get through this the best way I can.
Truly.
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