lately i entertain the fantasy of being a mechanic. i love working on my car.
yeah, thats right. i said it.
i was forced to start working on it because i got tired of both waiting for someone to have the time to fix it, and the work being half assed and eventually causing bigger problems..but now it has become a weird facination. knowing how to work on a car seems to be some sort of forbidden knowledge for women, or something. most chicks look almost frightened when i say i work on my own car.. i dont understand why. is it that big of a deal? to me it is a simple matter of survival. fix it myself or walk my happy ass everywhere. or even worse, become an irritating ride bum.
i live in acworth. no one in there right mind will drive out here.
i like fixing my car..
yeah, thats right. i said it.
i was forced to start working on it because i got tired of both waiting for someone to have the time to fix it, and the work being half assed and eventually causing bigger problems..but now it has become a weird facination. knowing how to work on a car seems to be some sort of forbidden knowledge for women, or something. most chicks look almost frightened when i say i work on my own car.. i dont understand why. is it that big of a deal? to me it is a simple matter of survival. fix it myself or walk my happy ass everywhere. or even worse, become an irritating ride bum.
i live in acworth. no one in there right mind will drive out here.
i like fixing my car..
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[Edited on Feb 02, 2005 10:28PM]