hi everybody!
uhh...yeah. i'm not very good at this whole "sitting down and writing out your thoughts" thing. for some reason i can never really find the time for a plethora of reasons including, but not limited to:
1. there always seems to be something that i have to do to my car, whether its replacing the brake pads (which turned out to be a 9 hour job), changing the oil or rewiring the stereo because i'm not satisfied with the way my rear speakers sound. incidentally, how cool is it that i now know how to do each and every one of those things (and more) all by myself {insert cheeky toothy grin of pride here}.
2. my job...well...my job is stupid, and sucks the life out of me. aside from the fact that it is mind numbing and annoying, its also an hour commute each way, so that means that my 8 1/2 hour working day, including lunch, gets turned into 10 1/2 hours, and if traffic is really bad, well...just forget about it. basically i should just sleep in my car.
3. i have a girlfriend that i love and adore. and with the remaining 13 1/2 hours of the day, i like to use as many of them as possible spending time with her. now, if you allow time for eating, bathing and sleeping, that really only leaves like 6 or 7 hours a day. for most people that would be enough, but not me...i'm insatiable.
4. after staring at a computer screen all day, pretty much the last thing i want to do when i get home is turn on another computer and bitch about all the stupid crap that happens everyday. and to be honest, its mostly just boring and it doesn't vary that often.
so, that's about the long and short of it...basically i'm just too busy and exhausted to keep up with the high demand for robness. now that i read that, it sounds really funny, cuz it never really feels like i accomplish anything. but anyway...here's a quick antecdote for those who crave it.
today i woke up late...no surprises really, i hate mornings and have never really been one who jumps out of bed. anyway, i get clean, get dressed and get going and i literally make it less than a half a mile from our doorstep when a motorcycle cop or C.H.I.M.P. as i like to call them (california highway (the I is there for decoration) motorcycle patrol) pulls me over. apparently i was in a little bit of a rush this morning and was going 63 in a 50 zone. what's the big fucking deal, bitch? i hate cops, and the only thing i hate more than cops are cops that give me speeding tickets. goddammit...goddammit. the only reason this really pisses me off is because now there is legal documentation showing that i exist in california (besides the fact that i've been drawing a paycheck here for something like 5 months). now that the police know i'm here, i need to get serious about changing my driver's license and getting my car registered in this state. ha...yeah, i never really got around to that, i was waiting until we moved out, but since that isn't really happening any time real soon, i guess i have to just suck it up. the funnies part about that though, is that i have absolutely no freaking idea what the hell happened to my mother humping title to my car. so i went online tonight and ordered another one, which will be shipped to my parents' address in rochester and then they'll have to send it out to me. then i need to get my new muffler installed, get the car smog tested and make a hellish, horrific and terrifying visit to the dmv. this, i do not look forward to at all.
good news though, i don't think i'm going to have to go into debt to finally do all of this. i'm actually staying on top of my finances, which for me is a really big deal. i hate credit cards...they are evil. they let me spend money that i never had, and probably never will have. i have managed to finally pay off my credit card, only to put my new muffler on it, which i really did out of habit. i have enough money in my checking account, but i'm so used to not having large sums of money in my account that i instinctively put big things on my credit card.
wow...this is getting really boring. and its kinda late. and i need to wake up in 6 hours. god i hate commuting to work. if only my freaking stereo would work right, it might make the drive a little more tolerable. i know i wired it right...but it still sounds like testes rattling around in a shoe box. i'm gonna have to get serious soon and install an amp and subwoofer. i can't believe how much i'm starting to know about cars.
goddammit...i'm still being boring. ok, i meant for this to be brief, because i wanted people to know i'm still alive. perhaps i'll blog again after santa cruz island. of course, i also meant to blog after suzie and i went to el centro for the fourth of july (just to get away from the bestler residence). the title of the blog was going to be, "so we drove into an oven," because the temperature in el centro was actually 115 degress. the rest of the blog was going to be filled with all the silly shennanigans that you would come to expect from suzanne and myself, but like i said...i'm bad at this whole "sitting down and writing out your thoughts" thing.
so, in closing, sorry i'm such a negligent blogger...especially since i called everyone else out for not commenting on my blog and all that. i'm quite the two faced bastard.
i'll write soon...i think...maybe.
rob
1. there always seems to be something that i have to do to my car, whether its replacing the brake pads (which turned out to be a 9 hour job), changing the oil or rewiring the stereo because i'm not satisfied with the way my rear speakers sound. incidentally, how cool is it that i now know how to do each and every one of those things (and more) all by myself {insert cheeky toothy grin of pride here}.
2. my job...well...my job is stupid, and sucks the life out of me. aside from the fact that it is mind numbing and annoying, its also an hour commute each way, so that means that my 8 1/2 hour working day, including lunch, gets turned into 10 1/2 hours, and if traffic is really bad, well...just forget about it. basically i should just sleep in my car.
3. i have a girlfriend that i love and adore. and with the remaining 13 1/2 hours of the day, i like to use as many of them as possible spending time with her. now, if you allow time for eating, bathing and sleeping, that really only leaves like 6 or 7 hours a day. for most people that would be enough, but not me...i'm insatiable.
4. after staring at a computer screen all day, pretty much the last thing i want to do when i get home is turn on another computer and bitch about all the stupid crap that happens everyday. and to be honest, its mostly just boring and it doesn't vary that often.
so, that's about the long and short of it...basically i'm just too busy and exhausted to keep up with the high demand for robness. now that i read that, it sounds really funny, cuz it never really feels like i accomplish anything. but anyway...here's a quick antecdote for those who crave it.
today i woke up late...no surprises really, i hate mornings and have never really been one who jumps out of bed. anyway, i get clean, get dressed and get going and i literally make it less than a half a mile from our doorstep when a motorcycle cop or C.H.I.M.P. as i like to call them (california highway (the I is there for decoration) motorcycle patrol) pulls me over. apparently i was in a little bit of a rush this morning and was going 63 in a 50 zone. what's the big fucking deal, bitch? i hate cops, and the only thing i hate more than cops are cops that give me speeding tickets. goddammit...goddammit. the only reason this really pisses me off is because now there is legal documentation showing that i exist in california (besides the fact that i've been drawing a paycheck here for something like 5 months). now that the police know i'm here, i need to get serious about changing my driver's license and getting my car registered in this state. ha...yeah, i never really got around to that, i was waiting until we moved out, but since that isn't really happening any time real soon, i guess i have to just suck it up. the funnies part about that though, is that i have absolutely no freaking idea what the hell happened to my mother humping title to my car. so i went online tonight and ordered another one, which will be shipped to my parents' address in rochester and then they'll have to send it out to me. then i need to get my new muffler installed, get the car smog tested and make a hellish, horrific and terrifying visit to the dmv. this, i do not look forward to at all.
good news though, i don't think i'm going to have to go into debt to finally do all of this. i'm actually staying on top of my finances, which for me is a really big deal. i hate credit cards...they are evil. they let me spend money that i never had, and probably never will have. i have managed to finally pay off my credit card, only to put my new muffler on it, which i really did out of habit. i have enough money in my checking account, but i'm so used to not having large sums of money in my account that i instinctively put big things on my credit card.
wow...this is getting really boring. and its kinda late. and i need to wake up in 6 hours. god i hate commuting to work. if only my freaking stereo would work right, it might make the drive a little more tolerable. i know i wired it right...but it still sounds like testes rattling around in a shoe box. i'm gonna have to get serious soon and install an amp and subwoofer. i can't believe how much i'm starting to know about cars.
goddammit...i'm still being boring. ok, i meant for this to be brief, because i wanted people to know i'm still alive. perhaps i'll blog again after santa cruz island. of course, i also meant to blog after suzie and i went to el centro for the fourth of july (just to get away from the bestler residence). the title of the blog was going to be, "so we drove into an oven," because the temperature in el centro was actually 115 degress. the rest of the blog was going to be filled with all the silly shennanigans that you would come to expect from suzanne and myself, but like i said...i'm bad at this whole "sitting down and writing out your thoughts" thing.
so, in closing, sorry i'm such a negligent blogger...especially since i called everyone else out for not commenting on my blog and all that. i'm quite the two faced bastard.
i'll write soon...i think...maybe.
rob
posted by R. Peeps at 1:59 AM
3 Comments:
I literally did a double-take when I saw you had updated your blog. It was a double-take of joy, though. A double-take of joy.
I hate commuting as well. The thought of wasting one's time in traffic, just after having sold one's time for an insulting wage (or, in my case, having paid to have my time wasted) is not one I enjoy entertaining.
Actually, to most of your post I say "ditto." Except the girlfriend part... replace that with boyfriend; and the automotive expertise. (Side note: is it true that changing the brake pads is pretty easy? My dad knows how, but I think he said the hardest part is reaching everything if you don't have the car up on a lift. I think.)
Anyhow, cops suck, the DMV sucks even more, and post more often! Dammit.
changing brake pads is pretty easy, unless of course you're changing the brake pads on a 1990 bmw that has apparently never had its brakes changed before. i'm not kidding when i say that the front brake pads were LITERALLY worn down to a millimeter's thickness. this of course is bad because the pad is originally like a centimeter and a half thick. so, 83,000 miles later, you have very little brakes left. you don't need a lift, but you need a bit of patience, the willingness to get really really dirty (brake pads are actually composed of metal and asbestos, and the dust gets everywhere) a good sturdy jack to lift up each of your tires one at a time, and several, numerous, plentiful beers.
have fun,
rob
welcome back, Pepe. you were missed.
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