So i rolled into Boulder last night steaming like a banshee. That's right ... steaming! Fuck the Jeep (remember now folks, the Jeep's name is Fuck ... I'm not just randomly cussing), I mean, it was steaming so badly someone called the Fire Department (apparently thinking it might be on fire). I love it when this sort of thing happens, always making for an interesting night to follow. The brave Fire Deities and I assessed the actual problem to be a broken into 3 stupid tiny assed little freaking plastic pieces flush valve in the coolant system, and now I am waiting for the auto supply store to open.
This is what life really boils down too, let's not kid ourselves ... always waiting for something!
The barista she tells me I am mysterious and I figure maybe this is the problem and everything smells like coolant.
I think this is as good a time as any to start blogging again regularly. Don't you?
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