First up - apparently my Stepmother is in a wheelchair.
After pushing that Caravan much further than I'd have expected it to go, it met it's end when confronted with another car (rampant speculation on my behalf - I actually don't know the details). At relatively pain-inducing speeds, it would assume. Not to incite fear or worry - I don't think anyone I know (Mitch and Mark excluded) has met her - despite a broken ankle, and being generally fucked up, I don't think she was seriously hurt.
I haven't spoken with Dad or Michelle, except for the email I got here today with pictures of the wreckage. I plan to send a reply before I leave, and actually get in vocal contact shortly.
If Blogger decides to start responding with any level of non-douchebaggery, I'll put up a picture of the aftermath. I'm not going to lie - the caravan is a more impressive sight of destruction than was the Corolla.
Speak of the devil...
www.antishelvey.blogspot.com if you want the picture.
So yeah - thus ends the life of Michelle's van.
Also worth mentioning, is the fact that today is ridiculously slow. I've been "available" to take new calls for the past 40 minutes, and I've been observed doing little more than blogging, scratching and coughing (I wouldn't dispute anyone's claim to have been picking, though I haven't been called on it).
In fact, if this wonderful period of relaxation continues for 2.5 more minutes, I'm going on break before taking another call.
Wish me luck.
Anything else to be written about is going to be pretty mundane. I downloaded I Wanna Be Sedated as a new ringtone, and got my car running.
Actually, my car's operable status is anything but mundane. Gord (and JanetKennyApril) came to the apartment early this afternoon, and helped me to get my car in working order. I have to call Gord back this afternoon/evening, and find out what I owe him for the parts, though the very fact that I've got BluBert back on the road is exciting.
Beach!
Brews!
Bud!
No longer are we going to be stranded to Burns Ave. We will have free roam over the city - and I can't fucking wait.
Anyway, I've got other things to do now, though I'll probably be back.
FUCK.
Also, I was fucking close to having no calls before my break. As in - 3 seconds away close.
FUCKx2.






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"We were made to fight and fuck and talk and fight again."
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If you want to do it, check out my journal entry (you post 6 things about yourself, etc. etc...
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~Lynn has spoken~
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"We were made to fight and fuck and talk and fight again."
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
*dingding* RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You can't hug the person more than 3 times
3- You -MUST- hug 6 other people
4- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon..don't be scared of public displays of affection
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most definitly get started hugging right away!
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enva va!!
But he will never love me....
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Tous ensemble ce soir c'est la fete.
Notre fete, notre rendezvous.
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"We were made to fight and fuck and talk and fight again."
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