Something terrible has happened to my car. I don't know what, but it's very, very sad right now. I swear to god, the one time that I do a shitty job parallel parking (by which I mean, I'm 6 inches from the curb instead of 3. If you don't think that's shitty, it's because you don't know how to parallel park.) the car won't start. Fuck. And what better time then now, when I have three papers to write and knee surgery coming up? It's not like I don't have plenty of time to devote to making my car happy again.
In other news, I just watched Shaolin Soccer, and it was totally awesome.
In other news, I just watched Shaolin Soccer, and it was totally awesome.
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atxjim:
well... outside of car troubles, papers galore and impending knee surgery (ouch!) ... how's things?
ginny:
You're totally right. Wolfy ate kibble because we got him here in Canada, but my parents were always buying 60 dollars worth of meat to make it into a stew for him. My uncle's dog in Poland is fed scraps--and, of course, the odd omelet or bun soaked in milk for breakfast. Wolfy would not eat doggie treats if someone offered them to him--he only liked kielbasa--and not the cheap american knockoff stuff either. Adele (now named Adelcia by my parents, or Bzdziagwa by my dad) is quickly learning all about that as well.