So I've decided to forgo the purchase of a new, or even somewhat used truck. I'm going to dump all the money that I've saved for the past weeks and put it into finishing the last of the Mustang. "'Bout damn time!" you say? Damn right it is. I've even decided to change her name from Sex, to Harley in reverence of my sickening infatuation with Harley Quinn. Damn she's hot. So that's that. I have the money and severe desire and hankerin' (even moreso now for some reason) to tool around in her and show off to all the gals in hopes that at least one will strike my fancy and not be a complete vapid and/or selfish moron. I'm excited. Vroooooooom!!! I want somebody to play with. That is all for now. Maybe some pics later of stuff. Who the shit knows with how busy my life is. Good times.
Listening to: Jimi Hendrix - Gypsy Eyes
Feeling: merry
And I like the name Harley, despite the fact that I just had a patient named Harley (and, generally, I vehemently oppose to people naming things after any of the names of patients I have worked with). Just so long as you are not going to name her Ashley *shudder*.
Oh and yeah, I want someone to play with too!!!! *pout*
Harley = cool name. Although Sex is an awesome name too.
_Amanda (eh, the Canadian girl.)
call me immature but, everytime i read that...no?
Anyhow, I'm pretty sure I suck at finding women for you, which makes me sad muchly. I've decided a mission statement/questionaire should be released among the masses.. well the girly masses.
perhaps a mission statement/questionnaire would be helpful.
It has me thinking that I might have to do one for the male masses out there.
Hmmmmmm.......
by the way, how was your caffeine fix?
Some day I would like to direct a production of "Waiting for Godote"
later