well another weekend gone bulk of my thought split between my lover and my volkswagen. its mostly together and i was rather confident in it running so i went out and bought a cd player. the cd player is the only bright spot in this story. its awsome. mi gusta. its in my volvo since the volkswagen runs but not right. ive taken the carb apart some blew though the passages and it doesnt help at all. so i changed the gas. some thing. the choke doesnt work so i think it should be replaced or whatever. 50 more bucks. but that STILL shouldnt not keep it from running especially since its like 85-90 round here. im sure you person reading this really gives a shit about a carb and problems only i will understand. it's my fucking journal i'll write about what ever SG will let me. so my lover shes a bit cold. stuff with her is weird i dont know what to do. my instinct is to sit on the floor indian style sad music playing and rocking back and forth holding a pillow. oh and possibly crying. im avoiding that the best i can just trying to make it though the day. i figured this volkswagen could be an awsome distraction but its been a douche bag to me. i guess this is what i get. my OCD is getting the best of me. the compulsivness to say things. its hard not to think about them i say to my self not to say or think this but i cant control it. it bad bad. scary scary. i miss my lover.