pull the whole dash out, cant see behind it. got the dash, stearing wheel, glove compartment hanging there. open the hood, clean the negative on the battery, start it up. woh no smoke. so the insides torn apart...no reason. yay!
dad put a star in my windsheild. actually kinda laughed about that one. ha ha. lemme just blow out my credit card. wooh yeah! im not upset about it at all though.
im actually kinda numb at the present moment.
oh did i mention i called into work. yeah yeah. spilled milk all over my dining room carpet, thanks for the blender uncle, yeah it leaks, outragously!
so when i got home its going to smell like soured milk, since i REALLY dont want to drike dads oversized truck.
as for the blown break cylinder, who knows how much that will break me.
gotta love life.
but either way im in a good mood, with an even better broken windshield, torn apart car, broken break. oh yeah and a low tire. SWEET.
but i look amazingly hot. i swear. makeup perfect today
look good, feel good, nothing in the world matters. i feel like a pro.
with my worn out old mans pants, pink sg undies hanging out when i bend down and my ultra boob pusher bra throwing my boobs of out my tank, totally hot. too bad they are already too big as it is.
yup yup. kinda shaky, espresso is getting to me, had to make a 4 cup dose.
time to just go dittle dattle with mommy.
oh and i decided girls should work on cars. not men, we'd look horridly hot doing it, and most of us will only have the problem of our boobs getting in our way. rather than huge beer bellys and the inability to bend over backwards to access the damn screws under the dash.
at least id look totally hot doing it.
but id much rather go into the hotness of cutting up the dead.
<3
hows that for an update.
dad put a star in my windsheild. actually kinda laughed about that one. ha ha. lemme just blow out my credit card. wooh yeah! im not upset about it at all though.
im actually kinda numb at the present moment.
oh did i mention i called into work. yeah yeah. spilled milk all over my dining room carpet, thanks for the blender uncle, yeah it leaks, outragously!
so when i got home its going to smell like soured milk, since i REALLY dont want to drike dads oversized truck.
as for the blown break cylinder, who knows how much that will break me.
gotta love life.
but either way im in a good mood, with an even better broken windshield, torn apart car, broken break. oh yeah and a low tire. SWEET.
but i look amazingly hot. i swear. makeup perfect today
look good, feel good, nothing in the world matters. i feel like a pro.
with my worn out old mans pants, pink sg undies hanging out when i bend down and my ultra boob pusher bra throwing my boobs of out my tank, totally hot. too bad they are already too big as it is.
yup yup. kinda shaky, espresso is getting to me, had to make a 4 cup dose.
time to just go dittle dattle with mommy.
oh and i decided girls should work on cars. not men, we'd look horridly hot doing it, and most of us will only have the problem of our boobs getting in our way. rather than huge beer bellys and the inability to bend over backwards to access the damn screws under the dash.
at least id look totally hot doing it.
but id much rather go into the hotness of cutting up the dead.
<3
hows that for an update.
viva_disgraziata:
that's a pretty damn good update. girls working on cars in amazing. something about the sweat and oil and grease and skin. 
all that description about how hot you look and no picture? good thing i've still got a little imagination left. next time i want photographic evidence. 
all that description about how hot you look and no picture? good thing i've still got a little imagination left. next time i want photographic evidence.