In all honesty I saw this coming, and a large portion of me is agitated at myself for not leaving sooner and forcing the move
Because of it I got a shot of this ‘awesome’ plate
So I found out about a “family reunion” for the now-closed music venue where I worked for 10 years. How I found out about it - and how many of the family found out - pissed off a bunch of people. There was a social media blast from a LiveNation venue with a link to Ticketmaster to buy tickets. My wife, in a…
Update: Amica customer service is pretty solid. The gentleman I spoke to was calm, helpful and polite. He even empathized with me because his own car was broken into a couple years ago and sentimental items were stolen as well. He knows the feels...certainly helped. Claim will be going through my renter’s insurance…
My apologies up-front, this may get a bit incoherent and ramble-ish.
More like ANTLANTA am I right???????
For some reason, the garage door went up and then came back down onto the roof of the CX-5 when my wife was arriving home tonight.
Thirty! It feels like a major birthday. There’s all kinds of tacky nonsense for 30th birthdays. It ends in a zero. I feel the need to do something for it, but I’m so used to ignoring my stupid birthday that I don’t even know what to do.
A 16-year-old girl driving an old beater Honda Accord sideswiped a Jeep Wrangler, bounced off of it and hit our mirror. Folded it forward. It's fine other than a scratch. But we had to call the cops and wait for a police report. Sigh. Why couldn't she have hit the mirror I already scuffed myself last week?
I was all set to take my car on its first major road trip with us, as my wife and I leave for Pensacola, Florida this Saturday. It’s a 579 mile, 8.5 hour drive according to Google Maps.
So I dated this woman from YEARS ago, and she was blowing up my phone this past Fall. I didn’t answer her calls (I’ve moved on), but some wanted proof of how pestering she was. Here’s a screenshot from October:
...don’t get old. It sucks. Yesterday, I lifted something wrong and did something gnarly to my back. Now I’m walking around like someone twice my age.
Get the fuck outta here.
It sends my frustration level through the roof
I'm depressed as $hit right now.
I have to fill 20 minutes of presentation time tomorrow about Boron Carbide armor...wish me luck!