snakeplissken

So I've spent the last week putting around town in my new (old) beetle. I love it. It's like a little oil-dripping time machine that takes me back to 1994. One whiff of Old VW Smell* and I'm there again. That sounds weird, but I'm very much a sense based person. Case in point, palmolive dish soap reminds me of my Aunt's house.

Shit I'm rambling.

I finally got a package my parents sent me for my birthday. Mom sent me some home-stewed tomatoes and of course one pint broke. This led to the package leaking and being held. Did the post office contact us? Nope! Instead it sat in Seattle until I finally started calling people and asking where the hell it was. So basically what I received was a stinky box of mold. The card was ruined and moldy and the birthday money they refuse to stop sending wasn't much better. A bit of scrubbing with a toothbrush cleaned those right up, but they still smell a bit funny. I plan to tell anyone who turns their nose up at the bills that I found them on a corpse. That'll be fun!





* a lovely blend of oil, gas, and 40 year old horse hair.