well, i'm back from my funfilled trip to get coffee. it wasn't nearly as painful as i thought it would be, but it still wasn't super great.
now it's off to lynchland, where everything is weird, yet delightful.
now it's off to lynchland, where everything is weird, yet delightful.
The people behind the Ford Motor Company are not. Nor are the people at Jiffy Lube, people who are apparently all about stripping someone's oil pan bolt down, so the actual owner can't even get it off and out.
What would David Lynch do? I'm sure it would involve radiators and placentas. Tiny puffy-cheeked women. Saxophones and surveillance cameras...
Yep. I don't know where I'm going with this, so I guess I'm out for now... See ya.