My best friend moved 237593298 miles away yesterday to a little south of Portland, Oregon. Almost 10 years I've known him and this the thanks I get. They have a nice house and they'll live near some lakes and rivers so they can go fishing. I think I'll be visiting soon. As we left his parents house where he had been staying that last evening my friend started crying. I think I was crying a little on the inside. Maybe it was gas. I hate when friends go away. One tenth of my life just moved to Oregon. The rims look fucking swank as hell on my car. She's so gosh darn (pardon my french) pretty. I think I'll get the other side front brake on tomorrow and start contemplating how the axle will go in. I almost cried (seriously) when the wheel wouldn't go onto the brakes. Another try and it turned out to be the brakes spinning with the wheel as I tried to put it on. That car loves torturing me. Yes I, your gracious host, almost cried because of that damn car that is a strange, vexing, constantly irritating and darkly lovely part of my life. Vrooooom!!!