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The hits, they just keep on coming…

August8

Ask me about my day.

Although it may look like I went picking a fight with a rino to get out of real world duties that bore me after weeks of travel, it wasn’t my fault. A guy pulled a u-turn in the rain in front of me and lost control of his truck. My choices were to hit him or lose control of Veronica.

I am sore, but OK. (Ever had a steering wheel jammed in your right collar bone?) He was OK as was his passenger. I was filled to the brim with moving stuff and a block - A FUCKING BLOCK - from the new apartment. This was actually a very good thing because it did not give ST enough time to have a heart attack before reaching me.

I’ll know by tomorrow if they are totalling her.

I’m sure you’d love to hear about Costa Rica at some point, but this is what I got to work with right now. Please stand by.

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3 Comments to

“The hits, they just keep on coming…”

On August 8th, 2006 at 2:22 pm miss kendra Says:
holy moly! i’m glad you’re ok.

i know your pain. really.
On August 9th, 2006 at 9:30 am Jules Says:
Oh baby, I hope you’re okay - look after yourself and get lots of TLC …. So sorry to hear about Veronica, you two have been through so much together (did you get that new transmission before you went to CR? cos that would kinda suck …).
Lots of love & hugs
On August 9th, 2006 at 2:59 pm Polichick Says:
Oh no! I’m glad you’re okay. Have you heard if she was totalled yet?

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Look! I erased that generic “This is a wordpress about page!”

Not that I have anything interesting to write in it’s place. But I want partial credit.

About me:

Born and raised in Chicago. (Once I tell someone Chicago, they say, “what part?” assuming I mean a suburb. To which I reply, “Chicago, Chicago. The south side.” Then people usually go, “Ooooh.” And then I bite them. Because I am as bad as bad, bad Leroy Brown).

I moved to St. Petersburg, Florida for college in 1993. My freshman year I dated an alumni and I swore I’d never stick around the town like he did.

I live in Tampa, Florida.

I was born in 1975. That should keep this from getting woefully out-of-date. Of course, it also means I can’t come visit and pretend I’m 31 forever.

I’m divorced. I live with ST. (Who was born before 1975! HA! I can’t stay young, but at least I’ll always be younger!) (and I will also always be twelve mentally. That helps.) We will get married someday because I can’t do anything just once.

And we love each other. A lot. But who wants to barf reading my about page?

I also live with four cats, a dog, and a guinea pig. I had to think for a minute if that was everyone. Please send help. And litter.

I also live with a lot of stuff. When you moved in together over six months ago and still make constant goodwill piles, you need help. And litter.

I have degrees. In stuff*. They led to a job doing things**. I hated all of it so I am back in school. Maybe I am a glutton for punishment.***

My family’s still in Chicago, including a brother George and his wife Franchesca. My grandparents are in Gainesville, FL, roughly two hours from me. I’m friendly with many exes. I love the internet but don’t get myspace. I used to write posts in Word and spell check but the fonts go wonky now and I’m lazy so just please deal. Sad to say, since I’ve vetoed dates on account of their spelling/grammar. I pout if you don’t call me even though I have two friends who’ve known me for 10 years+ that I owe call backs from two weeks ago. I can multi-task like the devil but also take on too much and that can backfire in spectacular meltdowns.

I don’t have a problem saying no. I just prefer yes because I hate to miss out on things.

*Physics.

**Software engineering (coding, design, test) for a defense contractor.

***No maybes about it, baby. Where’d you stash the whip?

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